Poetry, prose and photographs—all my favorite things in one place, woven together, centered around Jesus.
I found it interesting that the edition Ekstasis Magazine wanted to send me would have the view I've always written about on the cover. The nighttime scene I've passed countless times on the train ride home, the view of the cityscape's brilliant enormity never lasting long enough. The journey over the bridge always wistful and fleeting.
I've photographed this train ride view for years, and still there are no images—or words—that encapsulate it. It feels fitting that this would be the edition I'd receive.
Several months ago, I posted a photo I took of the glistening row of buildings at dusk with psalm 137:4 written beneath it:
How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
When I flipped open my bible to photograph alongside the magazine this morning, it opened to psalm 137, and there I saw that same verse. Seeing it once again beside this skyline image brought to mind the reoccurring thought I've had of leaving this city behind, one I've lived in my entire life, because of the darkness in it.
When I saw the subtitle on the cover, Beauty In The Midst Of Chaos, I thought, how fitting—how perfectly said.
This city is one of chaos. But there is still beauty to be created in its midst.
While I'm still here, that's what I'll do.
