"Lead singer Chris Martin has said that the lyrics are about being devoted to someone, wanting to do anything for them - writing a song for them, swimming across the sea for them and so on. He said that it's not necessarily a romantic devotion, but someone that you look up to and would do anything for, a brotherly love. (thanks, Adam - Sussex, England)"
I stated a while back I knew there was a parallel between Tage's progress towards wholeness and healing and mine. That it is a peeling back of an onion, translucent piece by piece. Or the dragon skin pictured in C.S.Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia, each scaly layer peeling back to reveal the real person inside.
Although I knew this, I now believe it with my full heart. Hardened, and hiding, my heart grows cold. I want to run from it, not look at it. It, the pain. But I am wearing it daily.
My belief came from being enlightened by yellow. Tage, means day in Danish. Day, light, sunshine...yellow. Day, light, sunshine, yellow...life over death, light over darkness, beauty...yellow roses. That's where His Kingdom lies, in the Yellow Places.
The yellow places are spaces, a renovation. From pit dwelling mongers who eat mud and hang pretty pictures on the walls of their caves and laugh sounds perceived of happiness but rather are echoes of hearts deceived. Cackling empty. Bellies bloated, filled with alcohol. Purpose and meaning drowning. Depression, invading. It IS empty.
Hearts deceived from minds filled with lies, spoken by memories of past unholy unions-believed and accepted and therefore exhibited. Behaviors-of apathy over Love, lies over Truth, flesh over Spirit, emptiness over Fullness, death over Life. Some call this wordly, I call it perverted.
Perversion, reproducing, choking, strangulating...the Beauty of His Yellow Places.
You see I wouldn't fight for myself. I wouldn't rise and defeat my, our, perverted enemy. But when he came after my son...strangulating, choking, and stealing that which I love, I changed my mind. Which changed my heart. Which illuminated my eyes. And called forth from my lips praises that are due Him, praises that don't cast out demons but rather causes them to tremble and flee. Praises, that move mountains and beckon you and me to Rest...and Believe.
From the pit, I am evicted. For this path, I am convicted to remain. Steady and strong, persevering, enduring the pleasures and the pains. But to the death that choked life's cry from my son I say where is your sting? It is swallowed up in VICTORY, already given to me.
It is His promise, and it IS yellow.
We seriously need to catch up, my friend. I hear pain in this post. Also triumph. But how may I pray for you? What's going on with Tage? You write beautifully, btw.
Posted by: Debby deQuilettes-Alten | January 12, 2012 at 01:48 PM
I teared up reading this. You are obviously a prolific writer. But even more than that, you write with all this emotion for Tage. Your fighting spirit and love for him is inspiring! Praying this battle with you...
Posted by: Jaki | January 12, 2012 at 03:30 PM
Amen Colleen! Transformation in your life & familys. Bless you & may you rIse to new levels of glory.
Posted by: Richard | January 12, 2012 at 03:54 PM
Colleen, there is such beauty in your restoration. Write on!
Posted by: Laura | January 12, 2012 at 09:48 PM
Such raw, real, refreshing emotion written straight from the heart of a passionate, God-fearing mama! Continue releasing Tage into God's mighty hands to raise him right & truly keep him safe. Full partnership with our Maker one step at a time!
Posted by: Krista Salazar | January 12, 2012 at 10:50 PM
Wow Leenie -- B E A U T I F U L !
My simple mind doesn't fully understand all of it, but I am inspired by your faith and your fight!! Love you!
Posted by: Dara Cadam | January 15, 2012 at 01:40 PM