driving through the backstreets of glebe, i caught glimpses of a sky that could hardly be real. it bore so little resemblance to anything on the grimy streets below.
the view was most majestic from the bridge. clouds rippled across and out from the intensity of the sun, colouring the sky with streamers of pink, gold, auburn and joy. i kept trying to grab micro-glances of this spectacular thing that was just out of my peripheral vision, but i was never satisfied with the brevity of what i saw.
i felt this distinct longing to just sit before it and soak it up. to just dwell in the sunset.
every experience of beauty points to eternity. - hans urs von balthasar
i probably sound like a knob when i say how much i just love the sky. one of my friends told me to get a room last week. probably the reason for that is that i can't find adequate expression to explain how the beauty of the sky makes me feel. i end up left with hyperboles that are vacant of any meaning from being used for lesser things.
but the sky embodies a beauty that i am inexplicably drawn to. a glance isn't enough. a photo isn't enough. i literally want to drink it in, i want it to soak into me.
and as i was driving over the bridge, i was struck by the metaphor i was living. my heart was longing to dwell in the sunset, but my eyes were obliged to keep their focus on the lanes, the traffic, the speedometre. it wasn't that i'd imagined the sky to my left, that i'd created this beautiful thing as a distraction, the means for some escapism. my eyes had seen it. only glimpses, sure. but they had definitely seen it. without a doubt. and having caught that glimpse, i was torn between my desire to do nothing but dwell in its presence, and the pressing needs that were immediately before me. torn between the quotidian and the beautiful.
my heart is captivated. and all i want to do is simply dwell in His presence. sit before Him and look in awe upon His beauty.
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord.
fix in my heart your reality.
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