Lessons Learned

"Out of the ruins and rubble,
out of the smoke,
Out of our night of struggle,
can we see a ray of hope...
We can build a beautiful city.
When your trust is all but shattered
When your faith is all but killed,
you can give up, bitter and battered.
Or you can slowly start...
to build."

I want a bicycle in my beautiful city.
I want streets paved in butter yellow.
I want wide open spaces at the 
feet of mountains,
baby animals and sidewalk chalk.

I want Christ in my beautiful city.
I want to eternally learn of Him, and from Him.

I want God in my beautiful city.
Because my beautiful city is only
a part of His.
I want to hug Him, and have
the bliss of knowing that
I made it.

And I want a museum in my beautiful city.
Ashes and the deepest despair, frozen
inside a case
where the parents can teach their children
what unhappiness looks like. 

I want you in my beautiful city.
We will walk hand in hand to that museum,
and you will tell me how much you love
and respect me even though the museum
used to be me.


June 22, 2013