You find me here again. You see me in this place. You hear me find the edge. You feel me as I walk.
And I am overwhelmed tonight.
And I am scared of life.
Everywhere is busy and nothing feels like home. My spirit falls below my heart, and the air around is tight. If I was somewhere else, perhaps, my world would be set right. This frantic life would cease. I’d be held within His arm and the whispered “Peace, be still” would pause my stormy world, and I would be alright.
I walk along the creaking boards, and I whisper at the raging wind. But the wind does not stop. So, I chase my fears in circles and go around again. If I was somewhere else, then I would find the calm. If I was in a different life, then I would have sweet peace. And others tell me how to live, and they scream how I should think. Contemplation is my only friend. So, this is me. I’m crying out. Though I know—I surely know, I cry and refuse to be heard. I muffle the sound of anguished tears, and turn my back to Him. Continue reading “To the Secluded Heart”