Lost In Beauty-

Friday, February 18, 2011

The traffic lights go green, orange, red.

The people are bustling, walking, running, shuffling.

Talking, shouting, yearning.

The traffic lights go green, orange, red.

I'm waiting for you to come.

I take in the carbon dioxide filled city air.

I take in the honks of cars, the shrill ring of mobile phones.

I take in the voices, the faces, the colour.

I take in the smells of food, perfume, 3 day old stink, fresh clean clothes.

And then,

the ground fell away.

There you were.

Dressed in blue.

The world was quiet, and there was only us two.

The sun was shining,

the air was still.

You don't know that I love you.

Please know I always will.

the beauty exposed ;

Monday, February 07, 2011

I am alone.

It is 11:30 at night. I am floating. It is dark, it is silent. I am submerged in water up to my chin. It is cold; there is a breeze blowing across my face chilling me to the core. My eyes slip shut.

I am alone.

I take a deep breath and let it out. I slip below the horizon and into the depths. It is darker, colder and more silent. I am lying at the bottom. I can feel its roughness against my legs, back, shoulders and arms to the very tips of my fingers.The water is leaching the warmth from every part of my body.

I am alone.

I open my eyes and look to the heavens. My vision is distorted. The sky beyond the surface has blurred into darkness. I feel a pain in my chest; I need oxygen. My lungs are screaming, blood is throbbing in my ears but I stay. At the last possible second I push off, ascend and break the still surface. I take in a lungful of cold, fresh air. I turn my glance heavenly again. The sky is glittering with stars; it's not so dark after all. I can hear the wind in the trees; its not so silent after all. The air is warm; its not so cold after all.

Above all I realize I am not alone; I never was.

He is always with me. Even when I am in the darkest times in my life where I feel most alone; He is with me. He pulls me out of the depths of darkness and despair. All I have to do is look to the heavens and Jesus brings me back to Him again.

I am not alone.

- Amy Huth -

the beauty exposed ;

Sunday, February 06, 2011

You + Me = Me with You.

We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in stupid inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.

We are like salt and pepper, you and I, me and you. Without you, I am just salt, or pepper. Either way, pretty lonesome and not at all tasty.

You pick me up when I'm down, heal me when I'm hurt. Jump into that big scary place with me because you know that as long as we're together, there are no such things as big scary places.

You give me strength.

So what would I do without you, you ask? I have no idea.

No idea at all.