Friday, April 27, 2007

Faraway, so close!

The light of the body is the eye.
If, therefore, thine eye be clear,
thy whole body shall be full of light.
But if thine eye be evil,
thy whole body shall be full of darkness.(Matthew, VI, 22), whom we do not see do not hear us. You imagine us in the far distance... yet we are so near.We are messengers...who bring closeness to those who are distant.We are messengers...who bring the light to those who are in darkness.We are messengers...who bring the word to those who question.We are neither the light,nor the message. We are the messengers. We...are nothing. You are, for us... everything.
To every thing there is a season...
a time to every purpose under heaven.
There is
a time to be born...
a time to die...
a time to kill...
a time to heal...
a time to weep...
a time to laugh...
a time to seek...
a time to keep silent...
How do you cry when you have no eyes?
a time to speak...
Bird's-eye view... soldiers fleeing.
a time to love.
They seem to flee from each other.
If only our tears could help them,Raphaela.
If only we could lightup their darkness occasionally.
Let us never stop celebrating the light, Cassiel.
The light alone reveals them to themselves.
What am I now.
- A time...
- Poplars near the house.
- to love...
- Two poplars.
They form a gate...
- a time...
- through which one must pass.
- to hate...
- They must grow.
The path is so easy.
- a time...
- It maybe long...for conflict...
but He will forgive every step you've taken.
a time...
Casiel's song (Nick Cave)
We've come to bring you home
haven't we, Cassiel?
To cast aside your loss
and all of your sadness,
and shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness
For we've here to pick you up and bring you home,
aren't we Cassiel?
It's a place where you did not belong,
where time itself was mad and far too strong,
where life leaft up laughing and hit you head on and hurt you,
didn't they hurt you, Cassiel?
While time outran you and trouble flew toward you,
and you were there to greet it weren't you, foolish Cassiel?
But here we are, we've come to call you home and here you'll stay,
never more to stray,
where you can kick off your boots of clay,
can't you, Cassiel?
For death and you did recklessly collide,and time ran out of you and you ran out of time,
didn't you, Cassiel?
And all the clocks,
in all the world may this once just skip a beat in memory of you,
but then again those damn clocks they probably won't,
will they, Cassiel?
One moment you are there and then strangely you are gone,but on behalf of all of us here we're glad to have you home,
aren't we, dear Cassiel?

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