IS THERE SUCH A THING AS THE PERFECT DAY?

 

He said that God stopped the rain for them, there on God’s Corner. He said it was like a faucet and God turned the knob, and then all of the children came out singing: “Hosanna! Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” Meanwhile, the rain fell in my backyard until all of the flowers were in full bloom.

She said the ocean is only beautiful from a distance. She said to respect it because if the sea-creatures we do know about are so terrifying, imagine all of those creatures we don’t know about. Yet I could hear God’s glory in every swell of the sea, where I was baptized in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

He said he could see God working through me. He said I had spoken with much wisdom. And I especially smiled when he said that God can even use a donkey to speak for Him.

She said she was disowning me. She said I shouldn’t have danced in the rain on that Sunday morning. Dripping wet, I was happy because she couldn’t disown me if I wasn’t first a part of her family.

He said that there were about a thousand tadpoles in the pond the last time he looked. He said to come back in two weeks and there would be a symphony like I wouldn’t believe. But there was already a symphony at once the most beautiful and melancholy in all the world.

She said she lost all faith and hope in me and then she smiled. She said she didn’t know what I could do to gain back her faith. Though I smiled at her because there is faith in love.

He said time stops for love. He said that once it starts again it has to go a thousand times as fast to catch back up. I take heart, knowing that love comes from God and it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.

I said it was the perfect day. I said I wished all days were this perfect. And if it was different, O Lord, it would have been perfect just the same.

You said to pick up our crosses and follow You. You said that he who does not take his cross and follow You is not worthy of You. O, but Lord, they kill us with our love.

ANATOMY OF A BEATING HEART

 

They say that everything comes back to the heart of a man

Because when he is anxious

It beats very fast

As it does more so when he is excited, happy, or joyful.

And when he is sad

It beats slowly

Like the way a cricket plays its melancholy tune in the night.

And when he is very sad

Almost heartbroken

It falls violently from his chest and makes a loud thump on his foot.

And when he picks it up

To put it back in

He tries to fill that void from which he cries out to the Lord.

And when he loves

It beats both fast and slow

Like there is no tomorrow and like today is only a dream

From which he will shortly

Awake.