Rhythms

I am like the tide. My emotions come in and go out, in and out...like a pulse...like a breath...like all God-things...in  rhythmic order.

Just like the tide, sometimes the waves are soft, lapping, comforting. Other times, the tide of emotion crashes in on me, threatening my existence. But the sea always calms, always...always.

I think of lullabies and the rhythmic tones that lull a baby into calm. I hear the music of Taizé that allows me to find that center point. I count all the blessings in my life until I run out of numbers or time. 


I am a part of all that has been, all that is, and all that will be. Death was conquered by Jesus. Thoughts of Death will not stop any of the rhythms of life. Life will go on...like a pulse...like a breath...like all God-things...in rhythmic order.