Tuesday, March 1, 2011

on a string

“Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
over the way you entertain at beckon call.
They don’t see behind the lights
or the painted background.
They just like to see you fall.

But you really don’t mind,
‘Cause you’re just wasting time.
You can’t feel anything.
Just a boy on a string.”

~ Jars of Clay, Boy on a String


Anne said...

Thank you for this very hopeful essay. I love this line--"The earth searches its soul." That speaks volumes of peace and beauty to me. But in the end, your-- "Material deficits will be surpassed by graces."-- offers much needed comfort today as I fret over grocery bills and tuition payments.

Yesterday I met a six month old adorable baby named Abraham and I thought of you! Wishing you many blessings!

Anonymous said...

A heavenly reminder - thank you.