Sunday, February 18, 2018

M o u t h p i e c e M u s i n g s

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.

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.'"

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