Voice Of The Cosmos

The voice of the cosmos is His. With currents of soundless sound He formed both earth and sky. Yet it is not the stars you preceive, but their labor, as it is not the flower but its movement. Be released from the image of forms. Let your thoughts rest on the wind of storms, the pitch of the lark, the beauty of a bud atop its stems, and the breath of a psalm.

© Rachelle
(Rewritten from a 2007 piece)

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Without Distinction

Be aware of your selves
without distinction between the two
Wait for the eternal and the revealing
Be present in stillness
but cease not seeking or moving
The weaver weaves endlessly
The two are braided into one thread

You are, but are not
You are that which He designs
Yield to the entwining
For to refuse it is arrogance
You are not Him but His Will
Names are of no consequence
And for this you should rejoice

Lose yourself in the expanding view
And you will understand
The mystery of oneness
Now there is only acceptance
There are those who look upon you
What shall they witness?
Let eternal sky be visible
Through the windows of your spirits
And the revealing be revealed
Care not as much for the name of things
As the design they form
Patterns made by His hand

© Rachelle LeCount

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Happy Birthday to a special son in law.

I'll spare him the humiliation of providing his name,
but he did make a lovely bridesmaid.

To My Brother

I was recently surprised to find a package in the mail containing some old family photos. This picture was included. That's me, holding my newborn brother. Beside me are sister and other brother.

Upon seeing this picture, my brother commented that it looked like a photo taken back during the depression. I found his comment quite funny because there are a few distant family members (and I use the word family only for clarity sake because I don't and never did consider them family) have believed my siblings and I to have come from 'poor white trash'

Well, that's actually not true, regardless of appearances. Back then, children played barefoot outside during those long southern summer days. Not so anymore of course, but that's how it was then. Though they never saw this picture. Their opinion was formed more on their own over inflated sense of importance - typical overachieving snobs, that they are.

I have a particular pride regarding the mixture of yankee blood and southern roots. The best of both perhaps. My lineage surely is not that of anything I'd call 'trash' though I am definitely a white girl and we had some 'poor' years.

French, on my father's side and what my grandfather called Pennsylvania Dutch on my mother's and born on a cold Indiana morning, raised in the heat of the southern sun. I claim the best of both worlds. It's a legacy of blood and circumstance. For all it's goods and bads, it's made me who I am.

So, this song is dedicated to my brother - the one I'm holding in the picture. When he was a baby he liked hearing the radio. The following song was popular one on the local AM station around that time. I still like the song and when I hear it, it reminds me of those lazy days that summer he was born.

[Note: A year or so after the picture was taken, that house burned down]



Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him? But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats? Do not they blaspheme that worthy name by the which ye are called? [James 2:5-7]

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Songs In Contrast

This is a moving and quite touching song. The lyrics are captioned in the video as well.

"Imagine"
By Mercy Me


 Lyrics:

I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk by your side

I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

[Chorus:]
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
I can only imagine
When that day comes and I find myself
Standing in the Son

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever forever worship You
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

[Chorus]

I can only imagine
I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine...


In contrast to the song above and in connection with my statement below (yesterday) about bad-ass songs, here's an example of what I mean. Love this one. It puts me in a particular state that a friend of mine refers to as "Hunter's Mind" It's the official video, so let's hope youtube doesn't disable it. And besides, Jon Bon Jovi is totally sexy when he sings this song. What can I say? He just is.
"Blaze Of Glory"
By Bon Jovi


Lyrics:
I wake up in the morning and I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow and the earth was last nights bed
I dont know where Im going, only God knows where Ive been
Im a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
When youre brought into this world they say youre born in sin
Well at least they gave me something I didnt have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that Im wanted yeah Im a wanted man
Im colt in your stable Im what cain was to abel, mister catch me if you can
Im going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
Im going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first but I drew first blood
Im no ones son - call me young gun
You ask about my consience and I offer you my soul
You ask if Ill grow to be a wise man, well I ask if Ill grow old
You ask me if I known love and what its like to sing songs in the rain
Well,Ive seen love come and Ive seen it shot down, Ive seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
cause Im going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first, but I drew first blood
Im the devils son - call me young gun
Each night I go to bed, I pray the lord my soul to keep
No I aint looking for forgiveness but before Im six foot deep
Lord,i got to ask a favor, and Ill hope youll understand
cause Ive lived life to the fullest, let the boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet, let me make my final stand
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
Im going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first, but I drew first blood
And Im no ones son - call me young gun
Im a young gun....

Song Of Imagery

I wrote this many years ago, but have revised it a time or two, over the course of time.

A Song of Imagery

I thought I heard the crashing sea, in waves of brittle sound,
But it was only youth’s own song of yesterday unbound.
The air that lay, unleashed and clear, within a second spoke
And as the message fell upon my heart enchantment woke.

I thought I saw a crystal globe, within an emerald light
A picture of a green-gold moon set spinning in the night.
I felt the tempting passages, poetic and so frail,
And tried to grasp the shining core, it’s mysteries to unveil.

But in an instant, cleanly, it shattered in my hand.
As fleeting as a dream released, it fell to earth like sand.
Through my fingers, clutched not held, the meaning came then went.
Though for that moment it was mine, ‘tis now a treasure spent.

Today an emerald promise brings – that gold alluring light,
And then becomes a memory, a crystal dream by night.
Reach toward tomorrow only, though fragile it’s still free.
And yet it too will soon become a song of imagery.

© Rachelle LeCount

Me in 1982



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Listen to the Music

Oh yeah.... While I'm thinking about it, let me remind you to listen to some music every day. It's food for the soul. The language of angels and perhaps a few devils as well.

Okay. So maybe not devils exactly but music can be a bit bad-ass at times too, which on occassion can be beneficial. Gotta raise a little hell on your way to heave, afterall.

Marooned

Speaking of Back To Heaven, this is a song that's very close to my heart. It's a lovely and haunting instrumental.

Afterall, at times that's how it feels - He sent me to this danged planet, now I'm marooned here until that great day when all things are made new again, and I'm finally my true self again.

The visuals of this particular video are pretty good too.

"Marooned"
by Pink Floyd

Links

To see all of February's entries click here: February
To see all of January's entries click here: January

Something I'm Working On

Something I'm expanding, from a sketchy idea I had about a year ago. This is just the beginning, but perhaps if I post it, I'll be more focused on finishing it.

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Did you ever sit by the side of a river and watch the water as it navigates its way toward the unknown? It glides across the sandy shallows. It fills murky depths. Stones and boulders, protrude from beneath and directing their fluid bed fellow.

It seems to me quite revealing of the shrewd realities of our spiritual lives. Like water, we move from source to destination, the Creator Himself having bent every turn and dug the depths. He has placed every stone in our path and determined the length of our course.


© Rachelle LeCount

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Dream Weaver

Well, obviously I haven't been working on any writing this last week or so, and therefore have nothing new to post. So until I get around to that, enjoy another tune.

"Dream Weaver"
by REO Speedwagon
Written by Gary Wright



Lyrics:
Ive just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind
Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light

Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget todays pain

Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light

Though the dawn may be coming soon
There still may be some time
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
And meet me on the other side

Ooh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Dream weaver
Dream weaver
Dream weaver