So Express Yourself Day came and went.
Perhaps it was the division of the Assembly, one featuring the Lower Secondary and the other the Upper Secondary.
Perhaps it was the general dolour that has descended upon the school since the H1N1 measures took effect.
Perhaps it just wasn’t as novel.
But i thought it lacked a little something.
Maybe it’s just me.
The end of the school year draws on apace, and, to be honest, i am grieved.
What about exactly?
That i’m still figuring it out. But, currently, i would put it down to soon having to bid another class farewell – one i’m deeply, deeply fond of ; how “you can’t please everyone”, as a colleague put it so aptly yesterday, with good intentions; and, as ever, a gnawing dissatisfaction with my expression of worship (i hesitate to honour my pathetic offering with such a hallowed title…) and the bloated, self-serving, navel-gazing, simpering, limp, histrionic excuse we call the C….. .
rant. rant. rant.
And i wonder why i’m more disposed towards verse as a form of self-expression these days.
Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, O God of my salvation,
and my tongue will sing aloud of Your righteousness.
O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth will declare your praise.
For you will not delight in sacrifice, or i would give it;
you will not be pleased with a burnt offering.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O God,
you will not despise.
As ever, holy Father, break me; till all i am, i am for you.