June 9, 2010

Hallelujah





The tears came somewhere in the middle of Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah when the snow-capped peaks came out of the sky to stand in front of us.  Majestic power and strength all mighty.  THIS LIFE summoned; it gripped my chest and captured by breath until I gasped sweet release on the exhale.  Tears percolated and brimmed in the same instant.  Gently held pools of holy water reflecting revelation that I cannot harm this life.  Majestic mountains will stand for eternity; I am irrelevant in the shadow of their jagged peaks.  And this is my release, my permission to exhale.  “Love is not a victory march; it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.”

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