Tonight I stand under the big oak tree that is heavy with the song of migrating starlings and the leaves flutter down slow around me. I don’t know why I am so tired or why the yawning hills seem to swallow me whole when I stand in their shadow. The sky is turning, the leaves are turning, the whole world is turning beneath my feet. I want to run away.
This morning, Nouwen tells me, “…the real death—the passing from time into eternity, from the transient beauty of this world to the lasting beauty of the next, from darkness into light—has to be made now.”
I stand under that tree and suddenly, the deep thrumming of hundreds of wings. Everything—from this sudden flight to the fall of the leaves—everything reminds that this world is transient.
Do I have the courage to live from the light of this truth?
The sky is a flame and the birds fly into it, sparking my heart with the flint of eternity.
This is my day 7 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place. She’s the hostess with the mostest.
And Cheryl today: