November 29, 2011 by Danelle
“They wanted, as we say, to “call their souls their own” But that means to live a lie, for our souls are not in fact, our own. They wanted some corner of the universe of which they could say to God, “This is our business, not yours.” But there is no such corner. They wanted to be nouns, but they were, and eternally must be, mere adjectives.”
That which catches the eye, the heart, is the final leaf. The blazing red leaf. The held leaf. The lonely leaf. The leaf that appears fingerprinted with love. It draws me close. Begs a moment. Mere adjective.
–He sees me. . .
Years ago I taught Language Arts at a public school.
I love that it is called “Arts” because language is just that.
And my students kept a writer’s journal.
As we read great books, beautiful poetry, they would copy the style.
Learning to look for the art of language.
How words can be sculpted together to throw us toward joy or anguish.
To throw us.
How a soul can read words on paper and the throat grows dry, the heart beats numb.
Tears can gather up wet in the lines of vision.
We would share what captured our eyes hostage.
And in the art of language,
The adjectives would be read aloud.
Chains of truth and artistry in our classroom.
The broken boy.
Heart longs to hold this child.
The healed woman.
Breath of empathy falls around me.
Joy rings a bell in the heart.
I am an adjective.
I move to reflect Him.
Or I don’t.
I am a masterpiece of adjectives: joyful, hopeful, kind, judgmental, thoughtful, ignorant, transparent. . hidden.
The tongue speaks the weighted words.
The aching honesty.
The mixed up, the fragmented.
The adjectives pull and push and move and paint.
Being an adjective is never knowing the weight of being a noun.
Decisions change the words that define a life.
The art of language stirred with free will.
Yes, by allowing Him to claim the spaces that we want to corner as our “own”
The ugly corners that we try to hide;
The curtains, they fall, and the Light shines.
And in the afternoon the sons and I watch our Latin video.
Teaching us the language of the dead.
The roots of language alive.
It’s adjective day today.
Quiet whisper from heaven?
“In Latin, the word Adjective means to throw toward.”
To throw toward.
Throw us toward You.
Help us be the dazzling describers of what kind of God you are.
So many answers the world begs to satisfy us
Help us to lead others to exactly which One is the only answer.
Help me live a life that brings every part of me to You. . completely.
I gather countless jars to fill.
God revealed in me.
To throw toward.
A “mere” adjective.
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