I am still living like a slave to my own fear.
Am I afraid?
All signs to the contrary...
And yet...
The argument is more what will I do?
Will I stay, will I go, will I disappear, will I travel, will I pay it forward, will I build a house, will I go back to therapy, will I make new friends, will I write, paint, create, will I ever find a way to feel safe?
What if I just sit still, quiet, frozen in place until the hawks circle over someone else, the owls bed down during the day, the eagles feed something other than meat to their young?
Will it ever be over?
Will the pain I feel, the over-whelming sadness in my Soul, the all encompassing darkness in my mind be lifted?
Will it?
Not my Will.
http://biblehub.com/luke/22-42.htm
~AC
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