Performers, get fed
Return to the fountain of your youth
Lest you continually drink from an empty well
and sing and speak with a mouth so dry
it spurts out dust and fly
instead of living waters.
Sit in the stands, in the pews
Be one with the audience, the congregation
Remember what drew you to the altar, the stage
in the first place.
We must be born again daily
or die slowly,
turning not into an aging beauty
but a skipping vinyl
playing the same song again and again
til people cup their hands over their ears
and either throw you out the window
or simply walk away.
God in the silence,
of the silence,
let my breathe be Yours,
Your Nemphesh, Your Spirit
Your holy wind.
When I leave this place of self-induced isolation
let me go and breathe on others,
new life hope and opportunities for relationship
deeper than they have ever known,
let them see You through me,
so much so that I disappear
You are good, o Rock of My Soul
Your life love and glory
are the very heartbeats
of my perpetual existence.
Sometimes, you gotta play it safe.
Those are healing times, necessary periods of rejuvenation.
Other times, you gotta go balls-to-the-wall,
growth spurts and missteps and unexpected victories.
Both are necessary.
Enjoy your healing;
Celebrate your victories;
Go for the glory.
Be eternally blessed!
If ever you are sad, if you are wanting
consider, my friend, to be engaging;
for we are so good now at isolating,
at drawing the curtains,
instead of exploring, at doing.
But the world is so wondrous,
The world is patiently waiting,
for you, for us. So let not tarry!
And start living, renewed