And the lines are deeper these days
Cause the world is so full of sharp edges
And it cuts me in so many ways
But I’m hanging in and I hope you're not thinking
it's worse than it might appear
12:15 on New Year's Day
and I haven't shed a tear all year
I love the images of these lines from Jim Morris's song (12:15 on New Year's Eve).
They fit me these days.
Sometimes you can wear a song.
The lines on my face are deep right now.
The world has definitely left its marks.
Though I may look worse for the wear I'm still hanging in there.
I'm older than I used to be ... larger ... with thinner hair ... wounds take longer to heal ... and good friends have disappeared.
At the same time I'm as youthful in the way I approach things as ever ... I like the way I look ... my hair's as long as ever ... my wounds have scars ... and the friends I have are damn good ones.
I'm still regularly accused of being naïve ... romantic ... with incredibly unrealistic hopes.
Honestly, there are times I wonder about God and I ask questions out loud.
Why the silence?
Where are you when I really need you?
"My God! My God! Why hast thou forsaken me?" you own son says as he dies deader than a doornail.
You can't be any quieter than when you're dead and maybe that's why Jesus went there ... to speak in the idiom of the other ... to communicate without words ... to embrace silence and meet God on Her own terms.
I don't want to take it quite that far ... though I am pretty quiet today ... staring at the lines on my face ... looking at the you inside of me.
