The Ragamuffin Kid

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I am a traveller on my way Home, passing through this little land. It's a lovely place, though nothing compared to where I'm heading, I was told. I have journeyed through several valleys. Not the kindest place I must say. But hey, I've had some "mountain top" experiences too. They made me long for Home. I heard there are no valleys at Home. I have met some fellow travellers along the way. But mostly find myself among locals. If you're local, please bear with my quirkiness. I know my accent and ways are puzzling sometimes. If you're a fellow traveller, keep going. We should be reaching soon. Bon voyage!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A Longing That Shouldn't Be

I looked out the foggy window at carefully planted rows of trees that moved by slowly as our bus made it's way through the early morning traffic. Beyond them are houses and apartments looking tranquil and contented in the early morning shower, as if they've just woken up from a deep satisfying slumber. Rainy days, when it's not a thunderstorm out there, are heaven's refreshing. Rain as light as feather, descending upon the earth like showers of a billion rose petals. The scent in the air was thick with hope and all things beautiful. Flowing out of my earphones and through the spaces between my consciousness came a gentle, melodious voice, carrying with it a certain longing.

What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love
It's the only thing
That there's just too little of

What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love
No not just for some
But for everyone

I pulled my sweater closer and continued to gaze out the window. The trees and houses receded, leaving only the words of the song and the quiet pattering of the rain. I remember the words I read recently, "when something stirs your heart, remember that I am loving you." A faint smile broke out of the corner of my lips as I slumped back and rested my head on the window, subjecting my body to the gentle rocking of the bus as it wind it's way through.

I know You love me but we both know that other longing. Why stir it up when I have determined never to cross it's path again? I let out a silent sigh of resignation.

Lord we don't need another mountain
There are mountains and hillsides
Enough to climb
There are oceans and rivers
Enough to cross
Enough to last
Till the end of time

What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love...

As we waited at a traffic junction, a series of visions started to intrude my private world. Like a slide show presentation, they played themselves before me. A couple sat in an embrace as they looked out towards the horizon, waiting for the break of dawn. In another, a girl had her arms wrapped snugly around those of her partner as they walked pass, their silhouette coming together in unison. Later, she was laying by the fireplace propped up on her elbows as she read from a book. Sitting across from her is her lover, watching and listening to the silence of inexpressible contentment and happiness, as though there is not a care in the world.

Lord we don't need another meadow
There are cornfields and wheatfields
Enough to grow
And there are sunbeams and moonbeams
Enough to shine
So listen, Lord
If you want to know

What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love
It's the only thing
That there's just too little of

What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love
No not just for some
But for everyone

I thought of all the opportunities and temptations I hsve let pass over the years. How is it that I feel so in-control and yet so bound.

The lights turned green and with a jolt we started moving again, leaving the visions behind.....till the next time God stirs my heart again.

Until then, I'll be okay. >wink<


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