Awaiting

As a silent observer, I often view my world from the outside. In other words, I take the time to examine myself — the practicalities, emotions, responses, etc. Being in tune with me. This morning, I have been observing a recurring, personal fact. This post may be considered a bit morbid for some, but I tend to write from my heart. I often think about … Continue reading Awaiting

Invasion Of The Joy Snatchers

Do you ever feel as though you joy is being robbed from you? Within the last few weeks, I have. It had been a very stressful time in recent days as I took on the many tasks, dealings with people and the lack of sleep. The combination had me pretty edgy throughout most of the hours. A very physical occupation which also requires a great … Continue reading Invasion Of The Joy Snatchers

Thoughts Of His Own Making

“No words to express, no substance to digest, no opinion to contest, no view from you to ingest… I sit dormant in the morn.   Not a single thing to say about this season or this day, not even a suggestion coming from your way is regarded as okay… I’d rather sit and sulk in scorn.    Pity myself, I will. It’s become such a … Continue reading Thoughts Of His Own Making

I Have…

I heard a woman behind me speaking as I sat and enjoyed a meal. She was very talkative as she sat there with her parents, and her topics were such a big deal.   As I sat alone, I couldn’t avoid her boastful chatter. She was drowning out concentration. I tried to read things I was interested in, but all I heard was their conversation. … Continue reading I Have…

As The Heart Pleads

My heart has changed through a way of love I now choose to see the other unfortunately not always but most of the time as a close and respected brother   My heart has changed through a way of compassion I now see the trouble we share I sometimes question why people are hurt but for them I say a prayer   My heart has … Continue reading As The Heart Pleads

Their Futile Rumination

When things are grey, much like the skies over our foreseen days of cabin fever, we look into ourselves. The walls close in. We begin to think of things that aren’t true: Do they care? Do I matter? Why me? Am I as good as I tell myself?   The grey impedes. Shortened days and wearisome nights. Patience restrained. Diving deeper into the abyss of … Continue reading Their Futile Rumination

The Foundering

Your said that to yourself yesterday, did you not? That truth that is, again, the lie? You’d promised yourself, and God, that you would not break, but your chance to prove it passed by. You said to yourself it would all end. Repentance is what you labeled your aim. But look at you — back it the same boat. The same sinful act and shame. … Continue reading The Foundering