Lonely, afraid, bitter, down. All I am feels to have sulked low. This divisive greed wants to sprout throughout my body. It promises me that it's my keepsake, it says no one knows like it does, it promises gold and silver. It says "I am the silver lining, trust in me." But I have this aching feeling that its bitter path leads towards death. My memories start to wrestle with me, to make themselves known. "You've been here Aaron," they say, "There is good, you don't need to kill yourself for this terrible darkness."
And lo, I have a choice. What voice do I listen to? Which voice is real? Which voice is good?
Lord God, open my path before me. Be my spacious grace, my hospitality and rest. Lead me deep into your heart
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