It has begun, the slight tremor, the hint of doubt, the waking earlier when only the night bird sings and the earth’s curve is still miles from light, the time is quickly coming when you will once again stand before young hearts as a professor of things too marvelous to profess. You go to God, you read The Ancient Scripts, and you ponder deeply “what do I know about art?” You are once again confronted with the greatest dilemma a human can face, “What is Truth?” You sit in your dark woods listening to the night things sing and with just the most slight of belief you quietly rest in Whom Truth, resting in the grace that He always gave you enough in the past. And here is the tremor, over time His Gift has come nearer and nearer to the time I need it, always seeming to be held closer and closer to Him needing a closer and closer response from me as if His desire to be near me to share is as strong as my desire for Him to share—It is like nearness is the gift, the goal the payoff, truth is just a bonus.
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| Everyone seeks truth in the creative act. This is near my daughter's home in Maryville. Such a hopeful act, creativity. |
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