24" x 24" Mixed Media
I love the songs in Scripture. They have bound up wounds and resuccetated my weak heart when the burden was more than I could bear. We'd all be amazed to find out what's covered up and bound to our backs. There are many loads, sometimes just an extra bag, that has sent this burro's knees to the dust. It's at this point I can't seem to remember anything I've learned. I can't see, get up, or even take another controlled breath.
But here is where the lyrics of songs and laments have made their way into my soul reminding me of what is true. Songs have such a unique way of speaking hard things into deaf ears. And like these light, provision-loving birds, a song will land and awaken what seems dead and show me where my rest is found.
A reprise is the repeated part of a song that seems to be so necessary to sing one more time if I'm to find my way.
"I have forgotten what happiness is. My endurance has perished; so has my hope. Remember my afflictions and my wanderings... My soul continually remembers if and is bowed down. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope; The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end. The Lord is my portion, therefore I will hope in him." (Lamentations 3, paraphrased)