“An essential function of genuine beauty, as emphasized by Plato, is that it gives man a healthy “shock”, it draws him out of himself, wrenches him away from resignation and from being content with the humdrum – it even makes him suffer, piercing him like a dart, but in so doing it “reawakens” him, opening afresh the eyes of his heart and mind, giving him wings, carrying him aloft.”
“You can climb out of Hell, one inch at a time”
“You’re already in pain, get something out of it.”
The Lord is my Sheperd I shall not want, He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.”
Lord, I am walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I am cloaked in the Hell I created for myself with despair, and laziness. I have been hit, Lord, and I have fallen. Give me the humility to ask for help, and to keep on moving. Help me climb out of this Hell, step by step.
Lord, my art does not blatantly praise Your Word in every line, it does not blatantly tell everyone your joy, but show in my light poetry that you are there, in my light acting, in my joy that you are there, and YOU show in my dark days, that you can go into the darkest corner and You can bring the light. Lord, I believe you can bring the light, and that is why I will not lie anymore. I will not lie. I am having a hard time, I am walking through a Hell of my own creation. God you protected Shadrach Meshach and Abendego from the fire, make me as hot as Iron and as Resistant to attack as a Diamond. Prove to me that I am priceless, bring me out of this hole of mine. Lord, I want to be all for you. I give it all to you. I want to be Yours Alone. Give me the power of your grace to do so.