Letters to the Radio: Intro
LETTERS TO THE RADIO
A LYRICAL HEALING JOURNEY
Writing by Brian-Asriel Newman
Editing by Rauna Marie
*A Portion of Proceeds will go to support “Teen Challenge”
Introduction
Some days, we walk through our moments simply desiring to be normal with dreams of “a safe place, and a warm bed, on a quiet little street” (as 3 Doors Down sings of) and then tbere are days such as these that we wake up with a purpose greater than our comfort. On these mornings or nights of “Hallelujah, when grace falls down over me” (Todd Agnew), we are reminded the WHY of us being born poets and artists and musicians and thinkers and comedians and dreamers and visionaries and crusaders in the very best uses of those words, though we would trade it all most nights to exchange them for something a little more “appreciated” or “useful”.
It is a wonderful act of mercy when we are “shown” a glimpse of all we were hand-crafted to accomplish. The name on OUR White Stone (chapter two in the Revelation of John) instead of being given the name of “CEO” or “Beauty Queen” or “Most Valuable Player” or “Senator” or even that of “Sweetheart” or “Son” or “Daughter” in some instances.
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb.” Psalm 139:13 (King David of Israel)
We have this Gift of “the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep, and the love sick rejections that accompany the company I keep” (“Ms. Potter” by the Counting Crows), this gift that has the capacity to rescue many if the weight of it doesn’t drown the one who bears it. It is often in alcohol that the poet’s drown, more often than sailors drown in the sea, as has happened to so many like ourselves such as Hemmingway and a long list of our brothers sisters with a poet’s soul, or in drugs like Jeff Buckley, or is sadness like Poe or in the madness of fame for those finally “seen”.
The writer has been given gifts to steward, just as the Samurai is called to be a Servant or the Warrior-Priest, such is the Poet. He or she is given gifts in Ink to pass on to others that will help them keep walking when life has left them weak in the knees and running out of air. The lines are your bread crumbs, they help others follow your Journey and be encouraged in their own path by watching the growth that can happen in even the most lost and most unlikely of travelers. And when you finally arrive “safe in the arms of Grace” they are able to find a light in the distance as well.
“And you have made them a kingdom and priests to our God, and they shall reign on the earth.” Revelation 5:10
Blesser of Intimacy
We are here to ask for a the Restoration of our Sexuality
We have “lost something precious” by force or by Choice
We cannot get it back on our own without a Fight, without a Miracle
We need these scattered pieces of our Heart, given to too many Lovers
We need them glued together for unwrapping by the last one we are to Kiss
We need them gathered again for the last hand we are to Hold
We need this mending to let ourselves be held without Suspicion
We need this mending to be let ourselves give not just our heart but our Control
We thank you because it can done by You and You Alone
“You have captivated my heart,
my sister, my bride—
you captivated me with one of your eyes,
with one jewel from your necklace.
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils better than all spices!"
Song of Songs 4:9
Resource: “The 5 Love Languages” by Gary Chapman
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