Monthly Archives: December 2013
We all weather the same storm of questions; waiting, both with fear and anticipation, for the inevitable flash of lightning. Who can say what belief it will burn away? Who can say what will grow in our ash? There is a permanence in our end that I did not want to see. I confess, I beheld a terror in that blinding crack of light, yet found grace in the vision of it.
I do not want to fear the sound of thunder. I only wish to smell the freshness of the earth, and let the wind breathe life into my lungs. To let my feet carry me away from shelter — to draw lines across the earth; for the world is such a wondrous beauty, and I would happily trade an empty eternity for the chance to fill a few fleeting years.
I pray that fortune grants me a long walk to the grave, for I wish to gaze at wonder a while longer. I know my awe may yet be found in saints and worms alike. So, let my voice be muffled beneath both dirt and halos, and bury me with a hymn. When it comes time for my final rest, let it be beneath clear skies — with no clouds left on my horizon — for I know this beauty shall be lengthened by my passing.