There are times when all the things you know to be true don't seem true anymore;
when beauty is elusive, and all lovely things drift you by, as if through a thick fog,
and the glorious tap tap tapping of rain on the awning,
and a yellow glimpse of finch
and the smell of coffee
are hardly even noticeable...muffled, like you're watching an old silent movie.
Still, something deep down in your brain, or more likely your heart, sees all those lips moving, and they are saying, “hey...hey...remember this?!”
And you do, you do. For just a moment, for maybe only a second, you are pulled into the present, and their beauty is somehow familiar. You know it.
Then it's gone and the glimpse is so fleeting you forget you even saw it before the fog settles back in determinedly like a heavy wool blanket.
but your heart remembers.
even in the fog your heart remembers.
and I have to remind myself that my heart will remember.
today i can just be still.
when beauty is elusive, and all lovely things drift you by, as if through a thick fog,
and the glorious tap tap tapping of rain on the awning,
and a yellow glimpse of finch
and the smell of coffee
are hardly even noticeable...muffled, like you're watching an old silent movie.
Still, something deep down in your brain, or more likely your heart, sees all those lips moving, and they are saying, “hey...hey...remember this?!”
And you do, you do. For just a moment, for maybe only a second, you are pulled into the present, and their beauty is somehow familiar. You know it.
Then it's gone and the glimpse is so fleeting you forget you even saw it before the fog settles back in determinedly like a heavy wool blanket.
but your heart remembers.
even in the fog your heart remembers.
and I have to remind myself that my heart will remember.
today i can just be still.
