I sit in the corner,

And my mind travels the world.

How it has been,

How it is,

How it might be.

Thoughts follow each other,

Like carriages on a train,

Racing, ever faster,

Through the confused darkness,

Until the inevitable...

Derailment

Thoughts collect,

Like colourful, round, balls,

Filling a children’s pit,

And I go diving.

Drowning,

Deeper and deeper,

Darker and darker,

Until I cannot breathe.

I reach,

Clutching for safety,

But I catch only smoke,

And it slips through my fingers.

I kick,

But there is only void.

Until at last

A small spark,

At first so frail,

Yet growing ever stronger,

Invades the darkness.

At first I shield my eyes,

Then surrender,

Trust,

In it’s all encompassing,

Saving embrace.

I open my eyes.

I sit in the corner,

And watch as the people stare,

And I wait.

Rush of Love

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

I am willing to bet (though I am not a gambler by nature that most of the Western Christian population could recite the first verse of this passage off by hear, and maybe some non-Christians besides. Love is patient, love is kind. It could be that we hear them so much that they have ceased to be meaningful to us anymore as we no longer think about their meaning as we hear or recite them.

I’ve been thinking about love more recently, and it has been the words that come after these that are so familiar that have begun to stand out. Love keeps no record of wrongs, it protects, hopes, perseveres and trusts.

Perhaps it’s time we reflected on these things too.