Music Of The Journey

( encouraged by a dear friend to write )

This Creative artist
loves classical music;
Compassion is the media
with which I work.
Yet distorted footprints
are sapping my Joy .
Where did you come from
you vicious beast?
Randomly clawing my brain
….Distorting my treble clef…
Dropping me
to an immobilizing state
for days,
Leaving books unread,
Pictures unfinished,
Music flat;
Feeling like I’m losing control.
Few know who you are…
have felt
the outline of your form.
The pain you inflict
lasts only seconds…
A skip on a record;
Pressing your print
firm in my brow;
Driving your claw
deep into sporadic
spots through my artists tarp.
Were you my fathers pet,
Haunting his mind…
Imprisoning him in seizures ?
But you were captured
with a pill. …
Clamped into submission.
You are not allowed here !
Will you dissolve
in the water
I use to paint?
Or retreat
through restful lullaby
of vintage violin?
Your wanderings
have been noted!
No longer
will you hide
in the shadows
of who I am,
nor change the direction
of which I am headed!
With the map I’ve been given,
I shall follow the Captain
across pioneered trails
to where crescendos tickle
and harmonies tease
at a Gallery of Masterpieces.

Flashback Friday

Pictures paint sites everywhere I go, it seems. I love looking into each of the photos, almost hearing the sounds that brought this photo to life.

Today I am hoping to start a type of a Flashback Friday for me, using what I’ve posted. I pray you enjoy the journey back with me. So grab another cup of your favorite drink and click the hyperlink 🙂

https://2l2phant.wordpress.com/?s=Music+for+the+journey

Flashback Friday

Pictures paint sites everywhere I go, it seems. I love looking into each of the photos, almost hearing the sounds that brought this photo to life.

Today I am hoping to start a type of a Flashback Friday for me, using what I’ve posted.  I pray you enjoy the journey back with me. So grab another cup of your favorite drink and click the hyperlink 🙂

https://2l2phant.wordpress.com/?s=Music+for+the+journey

Self-Serve V.S. Full-Serve

Christmas is right around the corner and the streets, stores and restaurants are filled with people choosing ways to celebrate with loved ones. Recently I was out and about viewing classics with dear friends. After the viewing, my young buddies and I went through a drive through of a familiar fast food restaurant. Each child wanted their order personalized…. And I thought I succeeded… Until I realized I needed to pull to the second window after paying. The cashier waved her hand in a “shoo, shoo” way , looking puzzled …. trying to stay on task.

As I collected the order , I realized I forgot to ask for no salt on the fries … (Most times it’s like eating a few fries with the salt!) and asked if it was too late . The look on her face reminded me I should have said something to begin with, so as she handed me my drinks I told her not to worry. She looked grateful .

When she handed me the bags of food , I remembered the sauce!! One of the most important features of this child’s order. When I asked the server if I could have some, she said it was in the child’s box. I told her that it couldn’t be because I never specified which flavor . The girl hesitated and looked in the back seat … Then kind of hurumphed, turned to fulfill the request… Then returned with the tiny box between her thumb and finger… Revealing the label… Tilted her head then asked, “this?”
” yes, please. Thank you.”

As I drove away I wondered if my order was complete…. Which it was, but the hamburger ordered wasn’t just ketchup as I had asked… It was everything. Fortunately my friend was okay after I scraped the pickles and onions off.

I share this story because , as I said earlier, it’s almost Christmas: a time of giving and receiving … A time for loved ones and music.

How does this fast food story relate? I mean , these people are there to serve … And they ALWAYS get it wrong !

But so do I…. Yes, I was the customer… But they are also human beings with lives away from their jobs that I don’t know about. Gone is my opportunity then to find something good she was doing and thank her for … Maybe brightening her day in some way.

I believe Jesus was born Into this world to teach us to serve, not out of obligation, but because of compassion . There weren’t burger joints back in His day, but there is an example in John 4:

4 Now he had to go through Samaria. 5 So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6 Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon.

7 When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” 8 (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)

9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.[a])

10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

I know I need to get away from fast food… But it’s quick. And the custom in Jesus time was He was NOT to talk to a Samaritan woman. Normally He would have walked around the city limits to follow custom and avoid the Samaritans . But He was thirsty.

Instead of serving Him in the heat of the day she reminds Jesus of the rules. She probably responded as a result of the life she lived…. I’ll let you finish reading the beautiful story in John 4.

What might have happened if Jesus responded differently? What would have happened if I responded differently?