Colorless Eyes

The road curves around and down into a small valley. The road, stretching from the scene of the peaceful, blue ocean, leads deep into the heart of the city. The once hopefull feeling quickly disolves at the sound of horns hocking obnoxiously around me while my eyes meet those of the pedestrians walking everywhere. I may never meet them, but from my window, with only a piece of glass seperating us, I can see that their hearts have worn thin with time and life. Everyday like the weary day before. The routine of finding a way to survive. Some have a family waiting at home, others only have to worry about feeding their own stomachs. Their eyes are dark and colorless, revealing the doubt that fills their minds. The city, full of hopeless eyes, seems so big. What can I do? There are so many that don't understand Your love, Lord, and so many that choose not to listen. Show me that You are bigger than the devistation my eyes are witnessing. Take my fear and turn it into courage.
Layers of trash cover the grassy hills on both sides of the road that my car follows. The people are only a few feet away, yet we're worlds apart. At a stop, I could give my left over food from my recent lunch to a begging boy, but what about the others around him? For a moment I may feel like I made a difference, but I can't help but feel like my efforts are futile. In this moment the phrase, "One at a time", echoes through my doubt. "Don't give up and don't let callousness be an option."

Contrasting Elements

As I’m writing this, I am sitting on a black, fleece blanket spread out on top of a dark green, grassy mound that rises just above the sand where many giant rocks stand their ground against the high tide. I am casually and comfortably dressed in grey sweat pants, pink high knee socks, and a royal blue, long sleeved shirt that swallows me. As my hair is blowing loosely in the strong breeze, I feel small and insignificant beside this vast sea.

Tonight, the ocean seems angry. Its dark, misty grey color and its roaring, foamy, white waves portray its emotion. The speed of the waves is incredible. Yet, while the ocean in all its majesty is raging, the sky whispers peace. The setting sun is casting colors of light pink, orange, and purple all melting into the soft blue sky. I’ve never witnessed such a drastic difference in creation. At first glance the cold harsh sea sends a chill, but when you look up, the sky’s colors warm you to your soul. It reminds me of God’s character. He is all things. He’s loving, gentle, kind, forgiving, and overwhelming. Yet, at times he is jealous, sad, angry, and/ or mysterious. Jesus was humble, yet God is powerful. He’s so big but at the same time detailed.

My words could never do justice the beauty in the sight that my eyes are gazing over. I can’t breathe this in enough. This moment will have to fight to remain in my imperfect memory. In my attempt to grasp this small fragment in time, I inhale the smell of the sea. I can almost taste the salt in the misty air. When I close my eyes I can hear the passion.

Someday, I am going to miss this. I’m going to wish for the chance to slip my bare feet into a foamy ocean, unnoticed. I am going to close my eyes and try to remember the salty scent that hovers over so many miles of blue.