The mind’s eye. What is this?
March 25, 2010
The mind’s eye. An amazing place. Is that where the eyes and ears of a poet meet and merge? Perchance.
As the first line of “What is this?” referenced addiction… images and symbols entered that place, my mind’s eye.
I could see a person, bowed down, chin tucked into their chest, sheltering their face, not wanting to look anywhere. Not at me, you, or anyone. Symbols if you will, of the next line. Shame.
And still the afflicted know that there are places of lush beauty. But in the dark and grey emptiness of feeding self, in whatever addiction, physical, mental etc., those places are far away. If we have ever been where this person is we can share in the feeling that those pretty places are not for us. Maybe for others that are free, not ashamed, and have hope.
Yet, in this barreness there is still a light that is relentless, pursuing and always there. But being in such a wretched state who would dare to hope, let alone to look at the light? Not wanting to look up. Knowing there was light there but wanting to stay in the shadows. Alone and forgotten.
And what would cause hope in such a place? What could overwhelm the hopelessness? What can make such a wreck of a human move? A flood. A flood of what?
Of good advice? Of good intentions? Of human wisdom? No, those all fall short in their depth or bredth.
But grace, oh grace, divine grace would lift that one from the ground. And float them. Like a tiny human body in the middle of the ocean, grace would loose the feet and what the hands held onto would be let go. And as that grace lifted the shattered, the face would look up to see what caused such a flood and the realization of the mercy raining down would become apparent, overwhelming so. And lead to the reciever to The Giver. The ultimate answer to What is this? as always is not a “what” but a “who”.
…”Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!”… (Rom 7:24)
