She climbed for the view
over all of the pieces
missing in action
Tag: Christ
And the orange of my reflection
candlewaxed my cornea
the flames shooting from the mirror
melting any visions of coin essenced gods
one side indifference
flip side-
malevolent melodrama,
currency – greed.
there in the eye
that still figure
of colours infinite
whispering wisdom out of the calm of millenia
deafening the cacophonic cyclone
It’s been a word on my mind for years. Well, not the word, actually. Because I don’t speak Portuguese. (And in case you don’t either: saudade)
But we all know its colours and its scents and its sounds. We all know where to go to find its vividestness. Perhaps, some kind of closet…
(And we all wish it were a word in English, because, I mean, Saudade!)
One of the things I love about CS Lewis…he can take a heartwrenching word like this one and give it resolution. Not by his own invention of course, but in his descriptions of Christ realities – whether he’s taking it to another heavenly/”far-off country”/Christ longing level in the Narnia series, (hidden in a closet, no less) …or in brilliant descriptions like this one The inconsolable secret.
Compelled to her feet
He reminded her of the Garden.
It kept her walking…
Breathed to her healing
the Leaves’ Scent from the Garden.
She exhaled
running
