Saturday, January 20, 2007

Remembrance [part 1]

The news was numbing. The tears came so quickly that she couldn't fight them this time. An embrace did little to stem the tide...but she didn't turn it away. Her mind raced with questions. Fear threatened to overwhelm her. A weight began to settle in her chest. She felt Him near to her, whispering against the current of thoughts. It was enough for her to just keep breathing.

His voice sounded hollow on the phone. She never knew desperation had a sound. He didn't make much sense. Words didn't come easily, but her compassion overflowed. All she could think about was getting home. She felt everlasting arms upholding her. It was enough to just keep breathing.

The family seemed to shuffle through mundane motions. How do we act in the face of tragedy? Laughter and tears found their way into the days, mingling together at times. She looked into his eyes and saw a shattered heart. Existence seemed to grind to a halt. She was mystified, unsure of many things but certain of His presence in that dimly lit room. It was enough to just keep breathing.

She fell asleep among perfect strangers. The sounds of the airport slowly faded as she leaned back into the deep leather chair. She felt contained in her hazy little world. A long journey was ahead of her. She didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to go. He never left her side. It was enough to just keep breathing.

She couldn't see the world the same anymore.

to be continued

Friday, January 12, 2007


She walked carefully over to the piano, as if she were afraid she'd startle it by approaching too quickly. She must have stared at the keys for a full minute, a thoughtful look upon her face. She had been here before so many times. Notes had formed chords and progressions, swelling dynamics and silences, bringing tears of both release and comfort. She didn't see him standing there.

He stood secretly in the shadowed door watching her. He was captivated by what move she'd make next. He'd met her that week, only briefly as they were out for coffee with friends. Something in her eyes made him want to know more...not just about her, but about God and life and all that it held. He hadn't felt alive like that for quite some time.

She began with her right hand, playing a broken chord in a minor key. The melody was simple and pristine, yet melancholy. Slowly she added her left hand, swaying as the song built and sitting impossibly still when it was quiet. She closed her eyes and let her mind escape to a far away place. The tensions of the day seemed to fall away from her like autumn leaves off a tree.

He couldn't help but feel the same...he tried to imagine what she might be thinking and feeling as she played. He sensed a profound depth in the melodies that flowed from her heart to her hands and translated into music, which in turn translated back into emotion. He'd not seen anything like it in all his years.

The last note drifted away. She sat in silence, allowing the stillness to seep into the core of her being. She wasn't sure what to do next, and she was perfectly at peace with that. For the first time in months, she was able to be quiet. Gently, perfectly, tenderly...she felt his hand on her shoulder.

Do you believe in second chances?

Tuesday, January 09, 2007


It was a quiet night. Her footsteps blended in with the silence as she walked. She wished her heart would be still as well, but it refused to settle. Parting ways is such sweet sorrow, she thought to herself. So many things weighed upon her. Loss. Eternity. Goodbyes. Hellos. Moving on. She realized pain and brokeness were common threads to all humanity. How did we get to this point?

She walked, waiting for something to break the silence around her. She felt invisible. Mysterious. Introspective. Unsure. Words didn't come so easily anymore, and she didn't know why.

This silence had been there all along, but she had never taken notice enough to learn from it.

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