I have been shifting around from place to place all day trying to get some work done, but my usual activity at night still seems to be crying. How many months has it been.
I went to see the Tchaikovsky Ballet and Orchestra perform Romeo and Juliet. The costumes were beautiful, the women were beautiful, the men spun and leapt. I love the ballet, but the show was almost three hours long, and I wanted to leave after the first act. I stayed though, and fortunately the third act was the best. Still, Ivan Moravech playing Chopin in Alexander--that's been the favorite all year, better than the operas in New York, better than any other performance I've seen. Seeing shows, going places... Scooby Doo, where are you?
I'm blind. I'm deaf. I'm paralyzed. If that were the case, how would I know what love feels like.
It's good for me to be around people who are strong in their faith. Jesus had faith. I believe, help my unbelief. Why am I sitting here anyway? I'm waiting for someone to come. No one is coming. I don't need anyone to come. Someone is already here. But I'm blind. I'm deaf. I'm paralyzed. I've been raised from the dead.
God forgive me for my selfishness, the narrowness of my vision, my heart that hungers after something that is not him. One set of lights have turned off. This place will be closed soon. And no one will come. Crying in public is not a responsible thing to do. Good thing no one's coming. And no, this is not a cry for help. This is just how I feel at this time on this night. And when the sun rises tomorrow, so will I.
I went to see the Tchaikovsky Ballet and Orchestra perform Romeo and Juliet. The costumes were beautiful, the women were beautiful, the men spun and leapt. I love the ballet, but the show was almost three hours long, and I wanted to leave after the first act. I stayed though, and fortunately the third act was the best. Still, Ivan Moravech playing Chopin in Alexander--that's been the favorite all year, better than the operas in New York, better than any other performance I've seen. Seeing shows, going places... Scooby Doo, where are you?
I'm blind. I'm deaf. I'm paralyzed. If that were the case, how would I know what love feels like.
It's good for me to be around people who are strong in their faith. Jesus had faith. I believe, help my unbelief. Why am I sitting here anyway? I'm waiting for someone to come. No one is coming. I don't need anyone to come. Someone is already here. But I'm blind. I'm deaf. I'm paralyzed. I've been raised from the dead.
God forgive me for my selfishness, the narrowness of my vision, my heart that hungers after something that is not him. One set of lights have turned off. This place will be closed soon. And no one will come. Crying in public is not a responsible thing to do. Good thing no one's coming. And no, this is not a cry for help. This is just how I feel at this time on this night. And when the sun rises tomorrow, so will I.
2 comments:
I miss you.
Are you coming home for spring break? If so, when? If not, we better at least skype for a few hours or so.
love you, Li -
cx
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