Simple Harmonies

I really like this, it spoke out to me more than the original version. It's acoustic, raw, simple. Well done. It's real.

A Moment of Peace

Through all this chaos in life, everything that could possibly go wrong going wrong, every intention moving backwards, every smile only superficial, every spare thought hoping the day will be over. In the midst there has been born a moment of peace, a second to think and reflect, an idea to be realized. The world can go on, the daily grist will keep being ground, the pace continually set up a notch. But life, true life is eternal and all else are merely the details. Time is relative; our paths move in harmonic, tangent, beautiful lines like streaks of daylight weaving through the ocean. Whatever is meant to be will be, and if in His will, all will work together for good, no matter the doubts or the impossibilities. We only see a facet of reality; our minds cannot encompass the fullness of Truth on their own. Feelings are perhaps also relative, but deep knowledge within the heart, if the heart has been cleansed in the fullness of God's truth, is something of one's spirit and should not be ignored. There is something beyond what we may intend to do with our time and our earthly lives; every mishap, every turn that we didn't mean to take, every place we never imagined we would come to is part of the path for a reason. Finding the reason is not the object here, though. The reason often does not become apparent until afterwards, or perhaps never in this part of the journey. Nothing is done in vain, and we are finite in our logic. We must trust in divine grace and guidance for many things, and simply keep living, fighting the fight and running the race.

I believed I must have run out of compassion, and patience. I thought I was through and there was no way I could endure the situation any longer other than to extricate myself. But something struck me from behind your eyes and I realised that whether things went my way or not, the connection was meant to be there and it was not my place to sever it. The form of connection may change, but the contact itself will not end yet. It cannot be forced into some predetermined form that others can identify and understand, it is its own and I must let it take its course. My feelings I can release, and my want to control it, but the connection will go on the way it was meant to be, to fulfill its original purpose. I don't know what that purpose is, or what it could mean on a future day, but someone greater than myself is guiding it and so I relinquish my responsibility, and I find my given freedom in my own course through the infinite galaxies of time and space.