The blurred window shows, only a glimpse of what is seen, behind the front door of my house. Colors of blue and green alternate, releasing a spiritual sensation, in the quiet corners of my heart. I want to approach it, feel the texture of the uneven glass, as if my hand can reach through it. I want to open the door, run outside on my bare feet, to feel the soft grass tickle my toes. But something stops me. Something holds my feet, and all I can do is press my forehead, gently against the cold glass. Hesitation is the essence of doubt, which is the beginning of fear. I have to choose. The choice of trust leads me, on the greatest adventures. The choice of fear leads me, to an impasse in my life. Even when my hands tremble, or when my heart is filled with doubt, I open the door with the blurred window – A symbolism of the future. Because sometimes our future, is like opening a door with a blurred window. All you can see is the outlines and colors, the essence of what it has to be, but you cannot see the full picture. All you can do is trust. Trust the outcome. Trust your own ability, your own beautiful self. All you can do is take the first step, knowing that fear is the lie, we tell when we doubt ourselves. To take a step is to make a choice. To make a choice is asking yourself, this one single question, do I really trust myself?
In the middle of the forest, pictures show me many sights, to unfold a labyrinth in my mind. With the key in my hands I walk, until the soles of my shoes are worn out. Deeper and deeper into the tangled mess, my breath quickens and my heart races. If the Light is still in sight, why then does this road lead me here? Further into the forest, where darkness surrounds me, I am tricked by my own imagination. Learning to see the Light in the darkness, I first have to separate the darkness from the Light. Panic is the inability to connect with your soul, and I haven’t connected with mine for years. Still Your voice asks me to walk on, and I walk until the road ends. There on the intersection of life, when all control has been taken out of my hands, You ask me to let go in trust. On my knees I plead for mercy, until I have nothing more to say, and I collapse on the cold cobblestones. With the rain washing the last black stains away, butterflies start to flutter out of my hair, onto the roses that grow in my hands, Sometimes in order to gain life, you have to give it up. In the silence the cold nights slowly heat up again, until a small fire resurfaces in my fragile heart. Doors can only be opened, when we give the key to the One who owns life. Ways can only be paved, by the One who created them in the first place. As the sky clears and the forest fades, the smile on Your face hands me my victory, for all I had to do to succeed, is to let go of the control within me.
Watching through a camera,
the lens provides a new picture.
A new world…an unknown place.
Where green trees make a secluded garden,
green bushes bring rest to the soul.
She dwells in green pastures.
Her home is peace,
She’s dressed in truth.
A white table provides three chairs,
One for her…she is already seated,
One for the Son….He will come,
One for the Father….He is already there.
Never leaving her side,
His angels keep her laughing,
For joy is the essence of the garden.
The lens provides a perfect world,
where all the cultures are united.
Peace is the law,
joy is life,
and love your greatest company.
Dressed in white, Her body is alight.
Her dark brown hair points out Her amber eyes.
I want to touch Her face….my face.
I want to braid Her hair…my hair.
I want to look like Her…but I’m looking at myself.
The lens shows a different view,
I am looking through the eyes of my Father,
A promise…a place…a daughter.
My Father’s garden…my home.