COVID diaries - day unknown. scratches on the looking glass...
so many distractions.
so many opportunities to "forget".
so much chaos.
i suppose relevant excuses for disconnect. especially now while surviving (corona-gate) more than actually living. sad, even so - to realize the unnecessary of your self - when measured against the weight of someone else's burden.
burden - loosely defined - that which is heavy.
too often, misconstrued blessing - blurred behind lens of self-serving vainglorious perception...
we sometimes, stand alone.
unable to offer our heart,
much less our hands.
we sometimes feel,
removed from companion to necessary -
transparent - just outside the fringe of need.
we sometimes,
merely - exist.
is it then,
when stumbling over could have been,
we commiserate with cant?
embrace unable?
isolate our selves from can?
if that be the case -
if choosing failure as punctuation to the statement of our us,
what then?
surely the world will not stop turning.
regardless the light-less dark of the blackest night,
the sun will rise again.
we were not born into a world of supposition.
our fate,
never decided by rolling dice or mediums reading palms.
we sometimes find accommodation with our pain -
begin to understand the blessing of life in its absence.
and once we realize the value of letting go,
the closer we find ourselves being held...
tonight i shared treasured conversation with angels - without wings.
or at least ones i could not see.
tonight i offered words of consolation.
opened doors of compassion.
sat in silent gardens of prayer for intercession -
realized the most important gift i could ever receive,
was already mine.
comfort -
peace undefined -
grace i could never afford,
offered from the God of all creation -
tonight i lost baggage of indecision -
walked out of my past -
one foot in front of the other,
singing in my heart sweet song of hallelujah -
unafraid of my journey's ending,
aware each breath could be -
my last...
so many opportunities to "forget".
so much chaos.
i suppose relevant excuses for disconnect. especially now while surviving (corona-gate) more than actually living. sad, even so - to realize the unnecessary of your self - when measured against the weight of someone else's burden.
burden - loosely defined - that which is heavy.
too often, misconstrued blessing - blurred behind lens of self-serving vainglorious perception...
we,
(sometimes)
we sometimes, stand alone.
unable to offer our heart,
much less our hands.
we sometimes feel,
removed from companion to necessary -
transparent - just outside the fringe of need.
we sometimes,
merely - exist.
is it then,
when stumbling over could have been,
we commiserate with cant?
embrace unable?
isolate our selves from can?
if that be the case -
if choosing failure as punctuation to the statement of our us,
what then?
surely the world will not stop turning.
regardless the light-less dark of the blackest night,
the sun will rise again.
we were not born into a world of supposition.
our fate,
never decided by rolling dice or mediums reading palms.
we sometimes find accommodation with our pain -
begin to understand the blessing of life in its absence.
and once we realize the value of letting go,
the closer we find ourselves being held...
tonight i shared treasured conversation with angels - without wings.
or at least ones i could not see.
tonight i offered words of consolation.
opened doors of compassion.
sat in silent gardens of prayer for intercession -
realized the most important gift i could ever receive,
was already mine.
comfort -
peace undefined -
grace i could never afford,
offered from the God of all creation -
tonight i lost baggage of indecision -
walked out of my past -
one foot in front of the other,
singing in my heart sweet song of hallelujah -
unafraid of my journey's ending,
aware each breath could be -
my last...
