Written in response to "The Invitation".
The Dream
I'll tell you what makes my toes dance and my eyes sparkle.
It's a home.
The bricks themselves seem to embrace each one that enters;
the windows bless each one that departs.
The curtains whisper comfort as the despairing seek healing;
the swings creak with joy as the children learn to love.
The books open worlds;
the kitchen brings laughter.
I'll tell you what makes me weep in shame and tremble in terror.
It's the nausea of watching a Romanian child on the street sniff glue
to numb her hunger.
It's the crushing sadness of a manicured, emaciated girl in the mall buying things
to numb her pain.
Pain, joy, disappointment, betrayal, beauty, failure.
These come to all in different forms.
What do we do with it?
Sometimes, I am beautiful.
I am beautiful because I soak in the source of beauty, and its essence makes me as He.
Other times, I am tragic.
I do betray trust, fail to persevere, and pain others with spiteful words.
At the end of the day, I can be alone with myself and enjoy such company.
But only because I sit with Him.
- Christine Sharon Krumsieg
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