iotas of darkness, dreamscapes of light

whatever is noble / whatever is true

Posted by elizabeth , Friday, April 16, 2010 10:37 AM

<sup>Philippians 4, y'all.

4</sup>Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! ⁵Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. ⁶Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. ⁷And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

⁸Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. ⁹Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

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for many reasons, this is one of my favorite scriptures. sometimes i forget that there are excellent and praiseworthy things to think about. i forget how many of those things exist! i see glimmers of our Father in so many places, I wish I could list them all here. i feel my heart becoming less hard, and my love for the Lord deepens every day. the more i understand and feel His love and presence, the more I am able to love. i am so grateful for everything I have experienced, all of the perils and pitfalls of the world that i have fallen into because once out, the light is ever brighter - and now i know how to help others out of the darkness; any darkness.

that's all i have for now in terms of prayer and thanks and catharsis, so here's something i wrote.

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in this light
i am adorned with blemishes
blemishes you can't see with the eye.
or understand with words
feel my hands
you'll know in time.

sorrow is timeless
it scatters the stars and fogs my eyes
until all I see are perils and pitfalls
can these truly be my only routes?

I arrive, newborn
dust in my palms
i am sprung from the attic
i torch the whole house
leave behind everything that
defined my body
and poisoned my soul

i have always been intrigued
by what exists that i cannot see
by what loves that I cannot hold
by what rotates, shines, is born, that I am not there to witness
perhaps the intrigue turns to despair
because I compare your love to the conditional and fleeting dispositions of my imperfect family

-- and yet
they are made perfect in your love.

i am broken wrists and wet cheeks
i am supernovas spitting gold.
You, You
are the cosmos

-elizzybeth