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Friday, June 18, 2010

From Calm to Ill

I awoke only to find my lungs empty

And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing.

And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,

And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down.

And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,

Such as living with the uncertainty

That I'll never find the words to say which would completely explain

Just how I'm breaking down

Someone come and, someone come and save my life

Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead,

But now it's like the night is taking sides

With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind

Could it be this misery will suffice?

I've become a simple souvenir of someone's kill

And like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill

Madness fills my heart and soul,

as if the great divide could swallow me whole

Oh, how I'm breaking down

Someone come and, someone come and save my life

Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead,

But now it's like the night is taking up sides

With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind

Could it be this misery will suffice.

Someone come and, someone come and save my life

Someone come and, someone come and save my life

Someone come and, someone come and save my life

Could it be this misery will suffice.

       -Dallas Green
 

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Pumice


Inside an old notebook I found a line scribbled in my messy cursive "build your house on rock so it can weather the storm." Right now I am in the midst of a storm and I'm afraid that my house is only built on pumice stone. The storm is a tidal wave that overtook me as I idly sat on the beach. It's drilling thick black mud, harsh particles, and ugly things from dark places into every part of my house.

As the days pass the particles hurt less and less but some of them will be ingrained into my skin forever. I looked outside my window today and saw the first sign of hope. It was a peaceful little firefly drifting with the wind.


*Matthew 7:24-25  Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.