I sit in the background, muffled voices, smiles of pleasure as wine glasses toast each other..
Conversations unfold, soft lights and the music telling stories, probably more fascinating than the mirage of present voice.
Everything within this house is beautiful to the human eye, the food is so amazing--I sit in wonder, as the time might arrive where it will come alive and dance upon the silver platters.
I always have split feelings about these events for the privileged. I suppose I don't need to be so judgmental, but I believe these thoughts are present due to the growing realization that this world fades away, and I want others to get it. Copious amounts of money is spent on alcohol--booze, booze and more booze. It was as if the importance and esteem of alcohol was greater than mere sustenance..all the people hiding behind their glasses as if everything was fine--well, it's not ok--there are people struggling with addictions, heartache, agonizing depression and anxiety, the loss of loved ones, divorce, and the list could continue.
I imagined this scene as if in a movie..Jesus came crashing through the gold-plated doors in a simple, yet commanding presence. Glasses came crashing to the floor, mothers crying in efforts to shield their babes from the confusion, men at a stand-still. Jesus destroyed everything that had become an idol--all alcohol was destroyed, most everyone stripped of present comfort. The words of Jesus..piercing, yet soft. Jesus communicated the salvation story, and the reality of the depravity of mankind. Some people fell upon their knees in the realization of their depravity, others would have nothing to do with the Savior of the Universe.
And then, as if coming out of a cold sweat, my daydream had ended. A smile that arose from soul's depth landed upon my face, and I knew that I had true freedom and peace, which was a gift from Jesus. I find it is a daily battle to surrender the rights to myself and to this world, but it is now a joy. The world is losing it's appeal, and I am learning to mourn for those who are blinded.
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3 comments:
What a beautiful, vivid vision, Deidre. I like that part about hiding behind their glasses...and about Jesus destroying the idols with soft, but piercing words. But even more than how you said it, I love that this happened in you, in your heart, in your mind.
I LOVE THIS! I think this is my favorite Deidre-writing ever. I was thinking about these things recently as well. I try to remember Paul saying, "I have learned to be abased and to abound" but it's hard to get my heart in that place when I'm in a personal bathroom the size of my living room. Thank you for sharing this, and thank God for putting this in you!
Hey lady! I think I like this piece so much because of its message and because of the clarity in the way you put it all together. Simple, clear words and phrases that make your ideas all the more powerful. I'll check out your poems soon too!
It was so good to talk to you last night. The only problem with calling you? It just makes me wish we weren't so far away! Love you!
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