Two's a Movement, Three's a Revolution

When God Moves Through You

& babe regardless what I think, put my
faith in, can believe

I know God
moves through you

like wind through leaves, like love
moves through lives,

divine
moves through you

like sunshine moves through closed clouds

your faith moves
through crowds & air, crosses borders &
shorelines & nowheres 'til

it gets here, love


has kept us near



[...]

through distance & miss
our every word's a prayer, every
smile a promise

of
how there's still love to be found
of the kind that makes the world go round, every

recollection confirmation of our bliss

telling me this: God
moves through
you

the same way great
love moves through small lives, how we
must not forget

that something strong enough
to mend a broken heart

as easily rives it apart,

when there are
things large enough

to tie ribbons through a thousand stranger's
dreams with, knit

webs of golden strings as
graspable

as starshine & sunbeams, remember
then babe; when

Grace moves
you

like love moves lives or
snow moves
the open spaces, when

God moves through you


I can feel it too.


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Today I'm thinking about Faith, & how it truly is a beautiful thing. The way it makes people stronger, braver, kinder, safer - how it makes us simultaneously more clear-thinking & blinder, & how I haven't really made my mind up yet as to if that is for better or worse. Either way the fact that there's actually people with complete belief - regardless in what - never ceases to fascinate me. I admire them truly, the ones that has managed to free themselves from all doubt. I imagine it makes life easier, in the same way it must make broadmindedness harder. But then again, what do I know.

I have, however, decided upon trying. From now on I will allow myself to put my trust in what I believe in, & I believe in love. I believe it's what makes the world go round, & I'm a 100% certain it leaves a thousand little wonders in its' traces every day. I'm tired of being cynical & dubious. You gain nothing from playing safe, & though we might think there's a way to keep our hearts protected, we'll just end up with a crushing sensation of not having dared to truly live. I say it, & I say it now:

Do it.

Join me in another revolt of love. Yes, it is 'hippie crap'. Yes it is naive & silly & yes it's been done before. But in the past, has it been done well enough? Join me in a revolution with nothing more complicated in its' manifest than daring to believe in love, to acknowledge the beauty in a phonecall, a friend stopping by or just the sensation of thinking of someone you hold dear. Remember to appreciate the golden instead of focusing on the cold, & take the risk to recognise all those things for what they really are - everyday magic. Smile at the bus driver, wave at the sun. It seems to me we don't even see the miracles any more unless they jump up & bite us in an ear, a lip or something equally unexpected.

It makes me sad.

So, no more. Let's make 'oh 7 the most loving, caring, high-flying, truth-daring year thus far, let's do this the way we're meant to. I want to hear you say you're on my team. See, it only takes two to tango, three to twist & four to form a superhero club. It's a revolution if we say it is.

Two's a movement, three's a revolution.

Song of the day: The Stranglers - 'Golden Brown' [texture like sun].

Quote of the day is an argument I definitely wish we'll end up having one day:

Ross: 'Chandler entered a Vanilla Ice look-alike contest and won!'

Chandler: 'Ross came fourth and cried!!'

I'd cry too, no doubt about it. Oh, and by the way, I would very much like to live here:

Please, Mr. Nashvillian Musican. Go to Europe in April/May instead of Dec/Jan. I'd take good care of your room & those 'four other male musician roommates' of yours. Water your plants, sing for your walls, make your bed smell of Stella & Luckies. Maybe even get a kitten & name it Peggy Sue.

Please?

Must Do in Tennessee (Edition 1.0)

1. Return to Pancake Pantry
2. Find '757 Bresslyn, at Davidson'

Alright dears, that's it for tonight. I have a bag for Diane that needs my love & attention. Sleep well, dream tight & don't forget - love's the new black. The hippie crap is back. This spring we wear our hearts on our sleeves. (Let's make it as easy as we can for the acquaintance-thieves.)

d.