Ten thousand years of distance fall between yourself and I.
As gallons of humanity wash past a lowered sky.
And half the miles pass while half are dashed against the hours,
And the distant storm is kinder than earth’s new virtual powers.
I belong to far away, nine decimals at best.
I belong to miles of days, and weary hearts can’t rest.
You cannot hear my empty voice across acres of years.
So words descend to carpet grass while all technology leers.
There were button-holes in the clouds today. But no buttons came through, no chunky red ones with twin eyes peering, no monolith plastic daisies, not even shining, golden doubloons hanging by a fraying thread and threatening to come smiling, smashing down. All I could see was blue. But maybe… maybe I was on the wrong side of the garment. Maybe, on the other side, the stars were wondering why they didn’t see buttons peeking through the holes and securing the earth’s cloud-studded coat around her rotund sides.
A. The Fall semester has started (Can we seriously call it that when it’s 100 degrees outside?)
B. I’m not a fan.
C. This song makes me feel better about school starting.
Bonus: The White Stripes play this song in Napoleon Dynamite, and Jack Johnson plays it in Curious George. Does it get any cooler than that?
A few days ago I started watching a particular person that I’ve know my whole life because I know that that person is having a very challenging time right now. This is part of a journal entry that I started that evening.
“I look into your eyes. I desperately want to know what you’re feeling. I ask you how you’re doing and you answer that you’re fine. You start laughing and teasing me and I wonder how long this façade of happiness can last. I want to tear down this wall that you’ve erected around yourself. I want to tell you that I love you. I want you to know that I will always be there for you. I just don’t know exactly how to tell you that.”
When reread that entry I started thinking about how many people I see every day. And, I started thinking about those people. I see them every day. I see their smiles and when I ask them how they’re doing they say they’re fine, but I wonder if they really are? How many times do we actually take the time to get to know people? How many times do take the chance of getting hurt and actually allow ourselves to love one another? How many times are we actually the sort friend that we really need to be?
There are so many hurting people in this world, and if would simply be willing to step outside of our box and be willing to love and to care we could impact this world for the God’s Kingdom in ways that we might never know. So, I challenge you. Be there for that person and actually let them know that you’re there. You might never know how much that means.
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