As Free as a Bird

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.)

Rough draft ;)

Oh me? Lord surely not.
My voice is sure to catch,
The words will not come.
They'll look on me with wrath,
They'll make me feel ashamed.
Send a better rather,
Lord, send Aaron.

"Think you know My ways,
Think you know yourself?
Who are you to say,
I must send someone else
I say you must go,
I say speak my words
But do not be afraid, I send you not alone
Aaron may go with his staff
Aaron may speak my words. But I send you.
I will be there too."

Should it be said one day
I stood before the Lord and prayed
"Lord, take my trails away, grow another.
Lord, send Aaron."
Because I was afraid, because I was ashamed
Jesus prayed too, to have His cup removed
But He despised the shame and looked to the joy.
May it never be said, of Jesus I was ashamed
And Jesus, may it never be, that you're ashamed of me.

One day I'll know it all

Sometimes I'll almost ask Tyrone an accounting question or some kind of monstrous math problem because I'm struggling to understand the rationale behind how they work...like at the moment I'm trying to understand how dividing total fixed costs by the the total contribution and multiplying that by the total sales could possibly equal the amount of units needed to cover the fixed costs.
The problem is Tyrone doesn't know answere to these kinds of questions and I'm left wishing I knew someone I could ask the answers to all these questions and they'd just tell me and explain everything. If you're a curious person like I am, who's always googling the "whys" I'm sure you'd appreciate that too.

Then it hit me, I do know Someone who knows everything, and though He won't just speak to me from heaven and tell me all the answers to all the questions...one day He will. Imagine having access to the Creator of thought!