Deep within the reaches of my clouded
mind and soul I see you.
Through the muggy haze of life without
meaning and the distant hope that moves farther and farther away each time my
jostled wounded heart begins to wake.
I
gasp. What can be the answer to a
question without words?
My soul aches. My body dies.
I am lost.
Deep in the interior of my conscious
state of being is a vessel. A vessel
filled with love and light and hope. But
that vessel is lost upon the sea of anguish.
I hurt. I cry. I bleed.
God in Heaven, man on Earth, is there
any way for the lost to be found?
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