present and in awe.

Shout

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 @ 8:05 pm.

Isaiah 40:6-8

6 A voice said, "Shout!"
I asked, "What should I shout?"

"Shout that people are like the grass.
Their beauty fades as quickly
as the flowers in a field.
7 The grass withers and the flowers fade
beneath the breath of the LORD.
And so it is with people.
8 The grass withers and the flowers fade,
but the word of our God stands forever."

From Diana's blog.

Shout
You know what? Let's do it. Let's shout.
Nothing wrong with shouting.

Shout. Shout!

that the people are like the grass
, the grass. Grass fields; rows and rows of blade towers yet indistinguishable from each other.
The grass is green, sometimes yellow, but always the same.
The grass is beautiful. The grass dances in the wind. The grass rustles. The grass laughs!

The grass is beautiful.

Their beauty fades as quickly
, as quickly as a blade tower can stand erect and proud - it too can be crushed with no more effort than a thought

as the flowers in the field
; flowers are arguably much more beautiful than grass blades
but nobody cares about them,
because their beauty is taken for granted.
Regardless, no matter how beautiful, they can be crushed just as easily.

The grass withers and the flowers fade
; not only do they wither, they shrivel. They curl up. They rot. They disintegrate. They are decapitated by a spinning metal blade. Which may be better than withering.

beneath the breath of the Lord
, which is a steady, painful, reassuring, petrifying
constant

And so it is with people.
Even solids diffuse.
When we lift our hands to the wind, maybe, atom after atom, our hands are shrinking.

The grass withers and the flowers fade
, to fade, to dissipate, to become a ghost, to cease to exist
in physical form, in everyone's minds, in a satellite picture taken from outer space.
To exist somewhere is paramount.

but the word of our God stands forever.