the naivete can only be surpassed by the need to try...

given the climate of terrorism and racism recently...
let's try --

compassion.

the idea is simple.

pierce the heart of the enemy -- not with the bullet or arsenal, but with the pure soul's battle cry. 

after all, it has been said that we have more in common than indifference amongst this human race.  the complexity exists in stripping away the separation to find that purity of soul.

even I second guess any attempt at a naive try.

how could forces so hell-bent on destruction be moved by something that speaks so squarely to its own humanity?  

really, do we even hold the same definition of humanity?

moreover, could appealing to one's humanity persuade another so willing to snuff out human life to choose nonviolence?

 

even in the wake of these unanswerable questions, i ask the humane among us: 

what would your letter be to a person set to carry out a murderous, perhaps suicidal,  plot against lives to persuade them to choose peace instead?

yes, i do ask for a work of words so profound that brainwashing and hate could be penetrated by a shared concept of good news to us all.

is it possible?

maybe not.

but, then again, maybe.

yet and still,

the naivete can only be surpassed by the need to try...

this time it's not eloquent

you know why?

because 

eloquent diminishes the pain i felt.

eloquent denies sitting here with the aches and feeble bandages that give 30 minute cures for an ailments i can only wake up to in a few hours.

eloquence is overrated.

i'm choosing real faith.

"real faith takes guts. raw courage.  iron conviction.  pure confidence.  even when it's painful to keep believing you keep pushing because you know where you're going and your doubt is no match for your determination…"

i will add the eloquence back in later.

almost lost my life...

holding in that breath.
though a realization of something much greater occurred:
it had been crooning since my youth; it is called the greatest love of all.
its truth sometime frustrates me, though more often frees me.
wanted so badly to have it externally first.
as in a taste,
as in a touch -- to resonate through my experience and deeply into my soul.
that was unrealistic; possibly short sighted.
for you see, greater is He who lives within me than he who is in the world.

...deep breath in… circa 2/1/14

we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
my old soul listens to 2nd that emotion and I cannot suppress my widest grin.
however;
the dynamic makes me nervous.
his practicality paired with my whimsicality can coexist, but just like our interlocked fingers I want to feel more than coexistence.
just want it all to be like when we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
…exhale...
…inhale...

iso (in search of)

I am an 'all in' type of girl, iso - an 'all in' type of man.
Though, why am I in search of,
when I should be sought after.
He does not want to be an afterthought just as I do not seek to be an afterthought.
He loved me first.
He never lets me go, even when I've given in to what's around me.
He never gives up for one second, though I give up for five seconds.
He loves me unconditionally, through my imperfections.
I know my love is strong and sufficient and sexy, and I also know that He is not him.
So, being that I do not believe in a 'zero sum game,'  will I be with my 1+1=10 man?
Will he look out for me and find me?
Will I be able to recognize him in all this noise?
Will he see strength and celebrate?
Will he see weakness and love?
Will he be here in rhema time?
The questions are open.
The statements are not.

some mary

some marry for money or politics.
I marry for neither.
some marry for citizenship or divorce.
I marry for neither.

I marry for love, faith, hope and the future.
we all know the greatest of these.

lega sea, lega nocean; singa song, singa pore.

looking back was the sin of the sea, the folly of the ocean.
how do I remember a single man's wedding? 
who's whose in this town?

a beautiful coastline?
a lovely scene?
was that all these people think about? 
all those people value?
what about what's real?
what about the reality of possibly losing the gorgeousness of a joyous ending?

the prayers continue.