Lazaretto
Sweet serenity hovers with serendipity before my eyes.
An elusive ribbon of fluttering surprise. And every path
I’ve taken as of late, I recognize its intimate accompaniment.
And I have traveled many difficult roads in my day, and
others I have tread with ease. But the commonality I can
associate with them all, is that the ribbon has been ever
present with me. For I feel like a different man whenever
I notice it near. The luxuries of life are magnified, and its
difficulties diminish.
I am empowered by its radiance, and my soul does beam
with light. And I am enlightened with thankfulness, toward
my disposition in life. For I have been quite fortunate to
witness it on many occasions. It flits, and floats, and dances
about, with rhythmic unparalleled grace. It commands with its
presence wherever it resides, and has shone its warm radiance,
like sunlight upon my face. And with the kiss of each beam my
countenance is changed, and the misaligned pieces of my life
are rearranged.
And you may find it strange, as I attempt to articulate its frame.
But its omnipresent like quality does encompass me just the same.
And I have felt like a dirty linen, which has been vigorously
agitated by a pure mountain stream. Cleansed of my filth, with a
regenerate and translucent quality.
And this presence is bold and endearing, with no parameters to
accurately mete. And I’ll tell you the strangest perception of all, this
presence seemingly cares deeply for me. And with gracious
abundance and vigor, I am touched within my depths, time and
again. The sweetest affection of friendship, that Ive never quite
known in a friend.
And even during the times when I am lonely. Sunken, sullen, and
lost. A melancholic downward spiral which drags me down deep
to the ocean’s floor bottom. And yet, the sweetness of friendship
lingers with me, because I know I’m never alone. Vigilant in
habitation, because inside of me the ribbon has made its home.
In and above and around me, in height, in depth, and in breadth.
Within my words and upon my heart is a fullness which cannot
be matched.
So upward and onward I’m pressing, into the greatest
adventures of my life. And fear I am leaving behind me, along
with all doubting and strife. For love has exploded inside of my
heart, and the momentum has cast out all darkness. And I have
scaled the most treacherous rock faces, a euphemism for
overcoming hardship.
And it amazes me that grace continues to hold onto me, with a
firmness so sure that I am lulled to sleep. Because I have fallen
down onto the ground more times than I can count. Each and
every time that I lose trust in what is sound. But when I have
fallen, I’ve chosen to rise again. And there grace is standing
over me, with an outstretched hand. And with a white knuckled
firm grip, I am raised upon my feet. Surety in my steps, and
resolve aflame in my heart.
So upward and onward in unity, with the ribbon and I as one.
For today we are pressing forward, in faith, out into the great
unknown. And there’s nowhere to pillow my head tonight, or
rest my eager soul. But there’s plenty of glorious adventures
to embark upon, and a destiny to uphold.
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The Ribbon
The Ribbon
