This Journey is Our Own...: October 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

Leaning out as far as she can, hoping she'll fall soon, so she can stop worrying about whether it will happen or not~ Brian Andreas

The only way I have found to stay young and to continue dreaming is to...DREAM. If you look up and it's been a while since last you wandered those fairy dust roads with wishing in your heart and hoping in your soul and "it'll be great" wrapped around your neck, then start dreaming again...start wandering those paths of fullness and light and touching those walls of promise~running your fingers over the walls of "man, that's amazing" and "how will this feel?". I love that space where I am so overcome with awe that I forget how to act and respond within the framework of social decorum, and my mouth is wide open, my eyes are full of "this is amazing" and my feet won't stop moving and I say everything that's in my heart with out editing it. Yes, go back, go back, go back...dreaming is powerful.

I am convinced that it has matter~hmmm...The matter of dreams. I like that. It fills my heart, mind and body. It makes me taste what I have forgotten...what I need to live! I NEED DREAMS TO LIVE. Funny, but it's true. I need courage to continue dreaming because the rough spots of life make dreaming harder. It shows you the backyard of dreams, where nothing is possible and disappointment and heartache are the standard...and after a while this is all that you see. But dreaming, it is real! It has matter, atoms and skin!

I dream, because dreaming is REAL!

REDEMPTION

The single word that I hear beating in the sanctuary of heaven and reverberating throughout all the universe and speaking to the heart of man is...Redemption

That which has been lost or stole to the point of having no hold, crushed down to the point of chaff or sawdust, beaten to the point of non-rememberance. That which has lost its health and looks mangled and sick, I hear the Universe whispering as the mouth piece of God...Redemption

To regain possession, use or control of that manifold spirit of wisdom and grace that danced in your dreams. That you, you use to be before the canca worm and years of drought left the fields of your dreams barren and without any resemblence of former grace and power...Redemption

For all the mistakes you've made stepping tall and proud with your eyes wide shut and a strut that bespoke of wisdom not had, you clad in the finest of things...rubies, rings, diamonds and it didn't turn out like you planned, hoped or expected much too dejected in your soul, you've grown old and weary fearing the cold of your future knowing that without suture you lay open and empty. no more dreams to sleep, no more desires to reap, even your kids have fallen off the deep...but i still hear him speak, the greatest song of freedom that Bob Marley onces speaks...Redemption

It is all that I have ever known that won't recoil and say that I am too far gone and beyond compensatories progress and that celestial being that sees my beginings from my digress and sees my future even clearer than what I can glean from this mess of my life. You see there is no mistake too great, not enough years strong enough that can quelch the fire and pace of redemption's grace. You see this world speaks of its power, testifies of its truth...If there is one law that I see everyday, the way the leaves fall from the trees to become soil and help feed that tree again in the spring, is the law of redemption. You see you see if I have been redeemed by the light of the moon and the sun, I know I'm not the only one. It never rains on only one man's house, but without prejudice of station or past, redemption will blast through the of doors of your life giving back years you knew were gone. Dreams that had long since gone and vanished, riches and financial security that use to be your friend mock you from afar telling you that's not who you are...well I will sing my song to you...Redemption

Old pirates might have robbed I and sold I to the merchant ships and thrown I in the bottomless pit but redemption will snatch us from his grip. You see this is my song of freedom. No one is too far gone to ever be rescued. Your dreams may have defferred for 20 or 30 years and you may have watched the sun go done on your years. Dreams that use to be may no longer be and fears may sit in the seat of your soul, but watch close as redemption dances to you holding you tight in the middle of your back and gliding you accross the floors of time and bringing back the soul of that which has been irrevocably destroyed and redemption will kiss it and give it back life! Making your latter better than your former...your dreams of today, better than yesteryear...and these, these my friend won't ever go away. Again, all I can say is...Redemption.

So in this song of freedom that I wrote, what I am trying to relate to the souls of many is: no mistake is too great, no shame so monumentous, no misunderstanding so grand that will preclude you from the redemptions' hand...so lift up your head my friend and see redemption on it's wings, you sing this song of freedom with me...you see...because all that I am or ever will be...Redemption gave it to me.

This Journey is Our Own...

Monday, October 12, 2009

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