My Opera
The Silent White Frozen Void
Saturday, December 13, 2008 5:53:22 PM
The Silent, White, Frozen Void
There comes a time when the starting and turning back must come to an end. We are clinging onto the handle of the past as an escape hatch. What if what’s ahead, just behind the door in front of us, isn’t what we wanted or what we had hoped for, or what we’d been promised?
Yet, we cannot stretch ourselves across the room to keep both doors open at once. We must let go of what we know, but doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked no matter how long or hard we’ve tried and rearranged it, applying just a little more effort each time we try again. It plain is never going to work, is it? This moment must come when we know without a doubt we cannot succeed in our old habits, efforts, beliefs and behaviors concerning it.
There we stand motionless. Poised, we’re trying to summons up the courage to release the past along with those beliefs, behaviors, experiences and habits. Yet we’re resisting letting the grip of our hand, ever so slowly and softly, release that door behind us.
Here we are at the leap of faith.
We can not go back once the door slips from our fingertips, but we can choose to remain motionless in this white, silent, void indefinitely…
frozen….
in time and space. Or we can grasp the knob in front of us. We may be frightened, terrified at what we may find ahead. Or we can choose to be excited at the adventure.
It is an unknown. Untried, it will be uncomfortable, perhaps confusing… maybe not anything at all like what we had hoped. The only thing certain, is that it will not be an easy answer or an instant fix.
It may be hard, maybe harder than we remembered the past being. But as the song goes “pictures of the days we left behind, colored memories, of the way we were… was it that the past was oh so simple then, or has time eroded every line? If we had the chance to live it all again, Could we? Should we?” We could try… again. But we shouldn’t . Isn’t that what we’ve been doing over and over? The pain that brought us to this moment, should not have been lived in vain, nor should it have to be relived eternally.
The first step is faith, then courage. Take faith and a deep breath into the future, behind the door just in front of you. It is the beginning of the path out of the blackness of night you have known oh soooo long, sooo well. Progress is ahead. Growth is ahead. Eternity is ahead…just behind that door in front of you. Peace is on the path ahead, and joy, and maybe disappointment but whatever it is, it can’t be worse than the door whose handle you’ve been clutching too long. Let go.
Stand in the silent, white, frozen void indefinitely;
frozen in time and space if you must,
as long as you must…
But is this how you want to live?
Next… courage to take that first step towards the door in front of you. Reach for it now. Go ahead, grasp it. Deep breath… turn the handle… now pull. God is watching and he will catch you.
I know. I have closed many doors. But the first is the hardest. And here I am standing in the silent, white, frozen, void… once again and there will be many other opportunities for courage. Courage to reach for the handle of the next door in front of me.
There comes a time when the starting and turning back must come to an end. We are clinging onto the handle of the past as an escape hatch. What if what’s ahead, just behind the door in front of us, isn’t what we wanted or what we had hoped for, or what we’d been promised?
Yet, we cannot stretch ourselves across the room to keep both doors open at once. We must let go of what we know, but doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked no matter how long or hard we’ve tried and rearranged it, applying just a little more effort each time we try again. It plain is never going to work, is it? This moment must come when we know without a doubt we cannot succeed in our old habits, efforts, beliefs and behaviors concerning it.
There we stand motionless. Poised, we’re trying to summons up the courage to release the past along with those beliefs, behaviors, experiences and habits. Yet we’re resisting letting the grip of our hand, ever so slowly and softly, release that door behind us.
Here we are at the leap of faith.
We can not go back once the door slips from our fingertips, but we can choose to remain motionless in this white, silent, void indefinitely…
frozen….
in time and space. Or we can grasp the knob in front of us. We may be frightened, terrified at what we may find ahead. Or we can choose to be excited at the adventure.
It is an unknown. Untried, it will be uncomfortable, perhaps confusing… maybe not anything at all like what we had hoped. The only thing certain, is that it will not be an easy answer or an instant fix.
It may be hard, maybe harder than we remembered the past being. But as the song goes “pictures of the days we left behind, colored memories, of the way we were… was it that the past was oh so simple then, or has time eroded every line? If we had the chance to live it all again, Could we? Should we?” We could try… again. But we shouldn’t . Isn’t that what we’ve been doing over and over? The pain that brought us to this moment, should not have been lived in vain, nor should it have to be relived eternally.
The first step is faith, then courage. Take faith and a deep breath into the future, behind the door just in front of you. It is the beginning of the path out of the blackness of night you have known oh soooo long, sooo well. Progress is ahead. Growth is ahead. Eternity is ahead…just behind that door in front of you. Peace is on the path ahead, and joy, and maybe disappointment but whatever it is, it can’t be worse than the door whose handle you’ve been clutching too long. Let go.
Stand in the silent, white, frozen void indefinitely;
frozen in time and space if you must,
as long as you must…
But is this how you want to live?
Next… courage to take that first step towards the door in front of you. Reach for it now. Go ahead, grasp it. Deep breath… turn the handle… now pull. God is watching and he will catch you.
I know. I have closed many doors. But the first is the hardest. And here I am standing in the silent, white, frozen, void… once again and there will be many other opportunities for courage. Courage to reach for the handle of the next door in front of me.
