This is the picture in my mind about life most of the time. Just over the hill, just through the trees I can almost make out that thing I've been longing for. Everything wells up inside as I look out to that horizon, but I feel like I've been standing in this same spot a long time never quite making it. It's getting harder to let hope well up into the open air.
But here comes the salty damp breeze and the rushing waves of the sea and I am betrayed again into the longing. Nothing in me can help it. Nothing in me wants to when the sand touches my feet. I run like a fool till I fall in a hole or hit a tree and lie there waiting for another breeze.
I've done this enough now to fear it, but know that if I'm going to get anywhere I have to give in and follow the hope in the next wind.
Lord have mercy.
1 comment:
yes, friend. this is life. the agony and the longing as real and neccesary as anyhting else. i will keep hoping alongside of you, brave one.
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