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| FINDING BEAUTY IN DESTRUCTION
Driving home today I beheld a rare but beautiful sight - a ragged edge of fire burning across the mountains east of Pasadena, like the edge of a smoldering newspaper. And as the last drops of sunlight drained westward, the billowing smoke plume lit up like an island in the sky, rising downward to kiss the hillside from whence it came. There was an eerie beauty in that moment. As if even the destructive power of a brush fire could not escape from playing its role in the magnificent tapestry of life. And in that moment, driving into the darkening horizon, I realized that there is beauty even in destruction. | | |
| A SMATTERING OF END OF YEAR ADVICE
Teaching is the best way to learn.
Tell yourself every day, "It's not about me." (Thanks D Fritze)
If you're planning on flying below the radar, just remember to pull up before you hit the rocks.
It's more important what you leave than what you take.
There is a way that seems right to a man, but it's end is destruction.
Patience > Power; Grace > Greatness
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| SISYPHUS
Today I felt like my medical efforts were like spitting into the ocean...against a very stiff offshore breeze. Sometimes it is good to feel small...don't know if this was one of those times. | | |
| BUTTERFLY 1
In honor of Poetry Month (thanks CTam), here's another:
Where do the butterflies go?
When love is lost and gone?
To fly, forgotten, in the wind
Through some Elysian field?
Or drift amidst an endless night
O'er oceans of despair?
No, 'tis a stroke of subtler spite,
A torture crueler still -
That they must stare
Through frozen panes
With thorax cold
And wings afixed
A lonely pin their crucifix
Nailed through the heart
For sake of love not 'quited.
(The next installment will be happier.)
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| RHYME
How odd that God
would choose to use
so bland a man
for plans so grand
and make a place
in time and space
with love sublime and endless grace
where he can find
His joy divine
and serve with verve
and fight with might
to right the wrong and light the night
to sing along with grateful song
to tell a tale of toil and ail
of dirt and grime
of hate and crime
of nasty gashes
and hasty lashes
to a sinless Savior dying
while Pharisees are lying
and Mary's are goodbying
and one disciple's trying
to keep His mom from crying.
But had they known the stone would groan
and roll away at break of day;
they'd hear Him 'splain
what Moses shows us,
what David raved of,
a resurrection
timed to perfection.
His grave has paved
a way for stray
sinners to repent
from wickedness infernal
and enter life eternal.
He lives and gives
life abounding
joy resounding
and now is founding
a temple human,
a house with room in
every corner
except for mourners,
scoffers, scorners
with streets of gold
and children bold
to take a snake
with naked hand
and merry-make
with lion, lamb
and chorus swell
"Emmanuel!"
For God will be with us...
again. | | |
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