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.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

"...I am an introvert without a camera. I am a friend without an audience. I am a baker without a blog. The cumulative collision of my life's meaning, the arching composition and texture that keep this heart beating, exist without any traces of documentation." Rebecca Parker Payne
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Leave me a peice of your heart's ponderings:

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)