Sigh with the Sigh of God~

"Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff,
they comfort me."

My Bible notes say that 'comfort comes from the word "nacham" which means to "breathe intensely because of deep emotion."

It does not describe casual sympathy, but rather deep empathy.

It is like "weeping with those who weep," or actually "sighing with those who sigh."'

What a comfort it is when a friend
 has no answers to your tears and sighs. 
 
What a comfort when they just hold you
and sigh deeply and weep with you.

We think we have to have an answer.
We don't have an answer.
Any attempt at answering sometimes wounds even more. 
 
But, we can sigh with the sigh of God.
We can weep with the tears of God.
Emmanuel.
God with us.
Sighing and weeping as we weep and sigh.

Perception and absolutes

I am thinking about these things.

There are absolute truths and there are perceptions of truth.
These are not the same.

Truth will not change regardless of what one has experienced in life.
My perceptions of truth may change because of what I have experienced in life.

One person can read something and perceive it to mean exactly what it says.
Another can read it and read through the lines and see a hidden meaning.

Some words are more hidden than others.
Some words are more obvious than others.
The perception of words is where it gets tricky.

I may not hear or see something in certains words because I am pure in heart.
I may be naive. I may be unobservant. I may be desensitized due to overexposure to the concepts expressed through the media or the counselling room and not even see what is in front of my face.

Or I may see things that others don't see.
I could be so pure of heart and full of truth that I see or hear a word out of place when others do not.
Or,I could be so saturated with evil that I read evil into everything I read or hear.

So the pure of heart may see or not see a shadow of sin.
The wicked of heart may see or not see a scene of darkness.
Or one could just be the observing type.
It all depends.
Perception is too unboxed to judge.
That is why I try to believe the best about everyone, including myself.

Wounded Watchman

Wounded Watchman on the wall
What do you smell?
The stench of danger
The stench of fear
The stench of sulphur
Drawing too near.

Wounded Watchman on the wall
What do you see?
With periscope vision
The trouble I see
Around the corner
What's yet to be.

Wounded Watchman on the wall
What do you hear?
The sound of weeping
And a sound akin
to the sound of singing
and of rushing wind.

Wounded Watchman on the wall
What to you feel?
I feel battered
I feel worn
I feel His heartache
For those who mourn.

Wounded Watchman on the wall
What do you taste?
I taste the salt
of too many tears
I taste the sweetness
of long ago years.

Wounded Watchman on the wall
Why do you bleed?
I'm wounded by knowing
I'm wounded by man
I'm wounded by others
Who don't understand.

Wounded Watchman on the wall
Keep loving and watching
Don't give up your post
Don't give up your call
Your wounds help you watch
So others don't fall.