Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Burning Lighthouse (Part 2)

The lighthouse was on fire. We were running, heat beating against our faces like the ocean beating against the shore. Hot, cold, it was a clear night. Hope had been running from us for years and now it had come. Finally we were here, we were hot and cold and watching our dreams catch on fire. But there was something more, something we were missing still, so we ran, we climbed the rocks to the top of the hill, we ran to the burning lighthouse.

When all else is dark, but for one burning flame in the night, it gives one a surreal feeling as if the lighthouse would always burn on, that it wouldn't really ever burn to the ground and let the ocean eat up the last of it. The waves were the only refuge I had that night. Because when the lighthouse burned, I knew it was you who wasn't ready yet. Like the chaff being blown off the heads of wheat, the fire burned away the fear in our hearts and helped us become who we needed to be to live together.




Hope arises when we trust Him.  


Thursday, October 17, 2013

To The LightHouse (Part One)

We started out on the shoreline. I was looking off into the depths of the ocean. I imagined hope afloat upon the restless waves. I had stood and waited so long for you. I had seen you far down the shore, walking towards me, but it felt like you'd never come. I watched you come, and I waited for you for days. But you were so far away. That was when I finally sat down to watch the ocean. I stared until I found a peace in my soul and a hope in the ocean, and I fell in love with the rhythm of the waves. I let them lull my body, rock it back and forth, calm me, love me. "Oh, my, God," I said, "How your love is like the depths of the ocean." and I rocked back and forth in bliss.

Then you came. It all happened so quickly. I was lost in the depths of the ocean and you came and you were behind me, tapping me on the shoulder, than holding me in an embrace. And now we're running, we're running, hand in hand, joy and trust flowing from our hearts like the beat of the waves on the shore, up to the light house.