Words are a carrier of meaning says the dictionary so why wouldn’t you want to dance with them! Are they not the very vehicle to carry you on a world of discovery . A light, beacon, candle and glimmer into the next step of hope. An expression.
CSLewis – Till we have faces –
To say the very thing you mean , the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that’s the whole art and joy of words.
Twirl in my world .
And hold me
Words spell the essence of my breathe, life and hope.
Gather in your mind a story or poem, a weighty book or an haiku . It is profound and simple . Paradox . Breaks boundaries of frames of reference . Crashes like waves on the sea shore and gently ripples like the ebb and flow of the tide .
For now, we can only see a dim and blurry picture of things, as when we stare into polished metal. I realize that everything I know is only part of the big picture. But one day, when Jesus arrives, we will see clearly, face-to-face. In that day, I will fully know just as I have been wholly known by God.
The King James Version says we see through a glass darkly
The image is unclear, we still see but it’s view is not fully known .
I sit with my wonder of words and the mystery and the clarity .
Like my beautiful blossom intricate delicate so many facets to its beauty. How did it arrive … How is it formed, can one fully grasp it’s beauty . Let me rest here just knowing sitting in its complexity and simplicity .
Don’t you love the caricature of the cosmos……
Job in the bible says who can contain it.
The Stars the snowflake the gladness and grind of it all .
I will try to find words to match my wonder of course. The mind wants neat parcels of completeness .
Let us just love the liberty of not fully knowing .
Who can fathom the heavens !
Psychology- biology – religion – faith – politics finding a fit for it all .
Children’s minds write essays while some of us can’t find our glasses or hear so well .
We fold our wings in protection when they need to fly, we soar when it is best to rest.
There’s often no middle . No right or wrong that shouts its authority unless we let it.
We choose to marvel or worry .
Let the mind muddle or be.
Paradox sits in truth . Shrouds itself in contradiction. Yet there is another way to see it.
Jonah 4:2 I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love, a God who relents from sending calamity.’
Sometimes we cry inside and in the words of the psalmist (ps 16 ) whisper …
Hide me in the shadow of your wings.
Sometimes we jump for joy at a new dawn breaking with gratitude bursting Psalm 100 1-2 On your feet now—applaud God! …. sing yourselves into his presence.
Tenacity helps us start again
Thankfulness feeds us along the way
To keep on going helps us win
Let’s walk a path of curiosity . Embracing the paradox of living . Not knowing every twist and turn. Not knowing the answers . Dancing with words not resisting them.
Ps 119 By your words I can see where I’m going;
Hebrews 11 The Amplified Bible
Now faith is the assurance (title deed, confirmation) of things hoped for (divinely guaranteed), and the evidence of things not seen [the conviction of their reality—faith comprehends as fact what cannot be experienced by the physical senses].
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives
Ann Voskamp brings words alive with both gratitude and faith and is at peace in the paradox of wonder and pain.
We offer no conclusion but choose to dance in the beautiful and be held in our romance in the grief of life .
We just know ~
All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.
Julian of Norwich