Echoes of Existence
Some lines of my own, some lines of John Donne, and Romans 9:30-33.
The grass does not bow to my feet when I walk. The pages of books do not tear at my touch. My voice only echoes so far, and is forgotten in volumes much shorter than time.
The sooth of my touch; the spark in a smirk with the wink of a tired yet still seeing eye; the restless purring hum of my breath when I sleep — they do not act to love. There is no Divine intent on creation or production, nor destruction as it may seem.
They are simply the valley of a ripple in water, defining waves that push and pull outwards in all horizontal directions at once. They are a compass drawn in ink on a map. They are the silence when the pin drops.
-M. Shultz
What then shall we say? That the Gentiles, who did not pursue righteousness, have obtained it, a righteousness that is by faith; but the people of Israel, who pursued the law as the way of righteousness, have not attained their goal. Why not?
Because they pursued it not by faith but as if it were by works. They stumbled over the stumbling stone. As it is written:
“See, I lay in Zion a stone that causes people to stumble
and a rock that makes them fall,
and the one who believes in him will never be put to shame.”
Romans 9:30-33 - (NIV)
I regret that I have little else to say at present, save that I am still here and am working as much if not more than ever, though that could not at all be obvious to my readers, whom I appreciate more than I can say.
Stay with me, if you will — there is more to come in time.
-M. Shultz