The Beauty of Melancholy

What is it about melancholy that draws us like the proverbial moth to the flame; for us to delight in a dance around it, hoping at worst that it will singe our wings? Tantalizing it with our plainness compared to its glory? Is it that only through its wild passion that we can hope to feel for our own? Oh to be captivated, to grasp the importance of the ugly to find and hold on to the beautiful. For in this world beauty is only promised to be faded. To die within time, so we morn its passing yet enchant within its final breath. For what value is something unless it is something that we risk to lose. Why must we prance upon the edge of life, to place our hand on the glass to which we cannot reach beyond? For we remember its within our own melancholy and mortality that we break through the limitations to pass on our melancholy to the next generation, like the torch to wield. It is my belief that it is within the depth of pain that we can glorify in the healing nature of Christ. That we appreciate the moment to experience another facet of the character of God. It is within the moments where my heart shatters that i climb into my Father's lap and cry into his chest, allowing my emotions to spill forth and seep into his grace and be absorbed by his love. To me this makes any depth of pain not only worth it, but a glory of its own.