3 days ago
this is my favorite room at the Met. the way everyone regarded art, that has survived thousands of years of existence, in the stillness of this room, with a reverent awe and respect. the way your soul quiets before something holy. the trees outside, slowly undressing and watching a tinier world move within glass. the calm water, immediately calming the depths of our souls — even for just a brief moment, of clarity. the beautiful, weeping truth that art will outlive us, and it will continue to hold our stories the way we held it with our eyes. #metmoment .
what i share below, is a psalm, unedited, that i wrote during one of our writing workshops on my vision trip with ReNew York. what are the things that are keeping you from chasing after dreams that you are meant for? what knits your heart back together in the middle of the chaotic storms of your life? where / how do you find rest?
In my life, You have carried me to shore, torn
apart, when I doubted, and You guided my feet
to the warmth of Your grace —
where You showed Your heart for mine,
knitting this blur of red back together.
My heart beats tender at the sight, unending.
Help me to believe, that the mystery
of this life is beautiful.
Help me to remember, that there is beauty
in Your mystery, worthy of being trusted.
I am struggling with change, and I am terrified
as I cannot see what comes next
in the undertow of this unclear unknown.
I am terrified of being ordinary;
I am terrified that this is all I get: existence.
Yet I trust that You are a purposeful Creator
who mirrored in me a desire to create,
after His own. I trust that there is a purpose
to every part of this story, glorious
even in these unforgiving waters.
God, You are the unsinkable ship
in this storm, in these treacherous waters.
You are the steady vessel that keeps me
afloat, from being pulled adrift, and I rest
in Your beautiful hands. // — nicole ting.