Sorry [sort of] about the stereotypical song-lyric-post preceding this one. Sometimes lyrics just describe a situation too perfectly to be ignored.
My pastor preached the entire book of Song of Solomon in one message this morning and it was pretty underwhelming compared to Mark Driscoll.
I struggle against bitterness and fear and loneliness daily. My dad prayed for me today, that there would be light at the end of this tunnel. I sit alone and wonder when it will appear.
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is –
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins