“When gloominess takes root, evil grows. If it is not dissolved by tears, permanent damage is done.”
I found the above quote while reading the wisdom of St. Francis Assisi. I feel I have been damaged by my inability to cry, but not permanently. Serious damage has been done to my life and consequently the lives around me, but God never leaves a believer without hope. And that hope is what affords me the ability to write and create under such solitary conditions.
‘When the doors to the street are closed and the sound of grinding fades; when people rise up at the sound of birds, but all their songs grow faint; when people are afraid of heights and of dangers in the streets; when the almond tree blossoms and the grasshopper drags itself along and desire no longer is stirred. Then people go to their eternal home and mourners go about the streets.’
A mourner is one who feels “grief or sorrow.” Behind the plastered-on fake smiles I see smeared across the internet- if you look about you in the streets, I see definite mourners. Not even tearful or passionate, just hopelessly stricken. Numb.
What can one do? In a world so seemingly devoid of hope?
‘Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind. For God will bring every deed into judgement, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil.’
I can only choose to see this darkness as a call to all to return to God. There is no man alive left to turn to. No business. No union. No law. No preacher. No president. No guru. No artist. No millionaire. No man. They are all dust.
‘”Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Everything is meaningless!”‘
I feel like a dormant volcano of tears. With scientists swarming all around me, throwing dust at me- hoping to stave off the inevitable explosion. It’s coming, no matter your finite technology.
Mother nature will not be so easily subdued. She has a mission and a purpose, just like you, and heaven help whoever stands in her path.
Seriously, I will say a prayer for anyone who causes me to stumble on my artistic journey. But, ‘The LORD is a jealous and avenging God; the LORD takes vengeance and is filled with wrath. The LORD takes vengeance on his foes and vents his wrath against his enemies. The LORD is slow to anger but great in power; he will not leave the guilty unpunished.’
I suppose if you have no fear of God you’ll be fine. Don’t worry then, these are just empty words to you. They put the fear of God in me, however. I don’t want to be his enemy. I feel I have been punished for wandering off my artistic path, but I have since returned to Him and my mission with all my might. With all my lady-in-a-pink-dress might. I would encourage you to do the same.