A Mouthpiece (But Whose?)

There is a mantel waiting for me
Colored like the eyes of Jeremiah
Hovering just above my head
And it is heavy
So heavy

I'm terrified.

[Editor's Note:

    

    Don't you ever -- EVER -- let someone else convince you they "know" your future. Remember the prophet that listened to someone else's "Word from the Lord" and then DIED on the way home. Prophecies from the mouths of LIARS and DEFILERS mean NOTHING. Let the Lord speak for Himself. As you were.]

There's a change coming on the wind. The sun is staying up longer, and the days are getting warmer. Have you ever begun a conversation with one subject and one outcome in mind, and ended up looking into the face of someone that sees your future? I can feel something waking up and I don't know that I'm strong enough to see it all through.

I know for a fact that I am not.

At least, not now.

I feel like I've been asleep and have just been jolted awake...

Like I've been staring at a puzzle and suddenly, though it's still the back of the puzzle, I can see the pieces coming together.

There are thoughts to complete, to finish, to think all the way through. There are adolescent virtues and disciplines to develope, or perish as a 6 year old twenty-something.

I am woefully behind in my Race -- the one at the end of which my Lord and Laurel waits...

I don't know what to do, I've been praying.

Trust me. Stand, even alone, He's been saying.

"'I have called you Mine.'"