The Yellow Bird is a Greek mythological character imaging a person’s one true love. It represents the one with whom they presently abide, while ravenously desiring to abide with more intimately. Yellow Bird love is a paradox: while it satiates the desire to be known, in knowing it arouses deeper longings, provoking secret cravings of the heart. It births joy and hope mingled with ache and desire. It is filling and provokes craving. It is already and not yet. It is present and still too far away.
Most do not find their Yellow Bird; many wish not to, recognizing the hunger it will awaken. These live at ease, asleep in everyday routine.
But then some do.
These are the audacious; those unsatisfied with the mundane. They live in heartache, yearning, and perpetual longing.
But these are the ones who live.
I count myself among them. I ache for my Yellow Bird. Our union is not complete; but before Him, I never knew completion.
His name is Jesus.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Unconvincing Words of Aspiration
God of our hopes,
God of our inner space,
It is toward You we turn our faces.
We lift our eyes to rest on Your face,
and, perhaps, to rest a while.
We are a people of many whispered desires and unspoken longings.
We believe, and yet we dare not anticipate.
We crave, and yet we dare not expect.
And these thoughts that come to us late,
You know, the ones that come in the dark,
in the quiet,
and remind us how fragile we are
and how unconvincing our words of aspiration.
The words are "not possible",
But we have. We have imagined.
And we come to You with watery eyes and timid faith
asking that You would imagine it possible, too.
Be the God of words made flesh
and promises kept;
the God of dreams in daylight
and hushed ambition spoken without a shaking voice.
Be Your daring Self toward us again today.
We pray in the name of Hope Himself,