beautifully creative expression

God has been gently romancing me into the art of creative expression. It was a whim, really, picking up Creative Prayer from the now nonexistent Christan bookstore down the street. It was cultural defiance (and my hippie tendencies), really, that enticed me to experience and inadvertently fall in love with Across the Universe. But nonetheless, these two among many other of my recent choices have been made, and God has used them to drastically shape my heart.

I wonder frequently where all this is leading - this secret lust for a hippie-inspired, empty-pocket lifestyle where the outpouring of Divine love and real-world creativity intermingle. Maybe someday when I'm 85 with a hip replacement and FEED bag full of memories, I'll write it all down and hug the book to my chest, never regretting a moment I spent chasing a purpose, a life that most in the world would say isn't possible.

But right now...that possible recollection is a fleeting hope barely seen in the distance. A heart compelled with the absence of direction is nothing more than lifeless words on a page. Lord, will I ever figure out how to compile all my experiences, beliefs and passions into an undeniable, Jesus-saturated identity?

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

Why am I ever only a silent observer...