I had this poem in my head now thinking about time and how we're kind of caged by it in these bodies of ours. Imagine what it would be like to not be in time as God is.
Imagine the scene before you:
A world of smiling faces gathered in a room
Music, dancing, tinkling crystal happiness
I'm trapped is the tragedy
And in this room
There is a man who can't be moved
He stands aloof, held between worlds
Between ideas and reality,
Twirling lilacs idly
I walk outside,
Leaving the room
The night is clothed in black
The moon hovers
Chasing stray wisps of cloud
across an otherwise unmarked sky
I fear I will forget the twinkle of stars
Back to the room I must return
I cannot stay at the boundary forever
I shy away from the night
The cage extends to receive me again
I shall nevermore take flight
And so the orchestra resumes
Pairs of partners flutter and bloom
Twirling betwixt lace patterned boots
Smiles are exchanged
Within the candle shone room
There, standing aloof, held between worlds
You draw me in
Slowly smiling behind glazed eyes
Receding back to my corner
There you have it:
I cannot fly
(Just to clarify, I'm not saying God is 'the man who can't be moved' or anything. It's a poem about being trapped by sin or choosing sin over God even though you know it's not as great or satisfying; even though you know it's bile wrapped up like a sweet.
I was just thinking about being trapped by time and I thought of this.)
Imagine the scene before you:
A world of smiling faces gathered in a room
Music, dancing, tinkling crystal happiness
I'm trapped is the tragedy
And in this room
There is a man who can't be moved
He stands aloof, held between worlds
Between ideas and reality,
Twirling lilacs idly
I walk outside,
Leaving the room
The night is clothed in black
The moon hovers
Chasing stray wisps of cloud
across an otherwise unmarked sky
I fear I will forget the twinkle of stars
Back to the room I must return
I cannot stay at the boundary forever
I shy away from the night
The cage extends to receive me again
I shall nevermore take flight
And so the orchestra resumes
Pairs of partners flutter and bloom
Twirling betwixt lace patterned boots
Smiles are exchanged
Within the candle shone room
There, standing aloof, held between worlds
You draw me in
Slowly smiling behind glazed eyes
Receding back to my corner
There you have it:
I cannot fly
(Just to clarify, I'm not saying God is 'the man who can't be moved' or anything. It's a poem about being trapped by sin or choosing sin over God even though you know it's not as great or satisfying; even though you know it's bile wrapped up like a sweet.
I was just thinking about being trapped by time and I thought of this.)