you feel alone now / but now is not forever
This morning – Three lines
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “near/far.” Use “near,” use “far,” use them both if you’d like. In fact,…
We welcome fruit from barren womb. / a love beyond all reason.
…that soothing balm / For which / All our Sore Souls / Cry.
The author is uniquely qualified to bring his story to the table. Not only was he a “pew hider”, he was also a “pulpit hider”, and after a suicide attempt, he became an advocate for those struggling in the pews and a coach for the leaders of those churches who misunderstand, stigmatize, and ultimately bring harm to those in their care who suffer from mental illness.
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
Here’s the truth: we’re all incomplete puzzles and will likely ALWAYS be incomplete, even if we finally get our shit together with healthy spirituality, quality therapy and/or the right medication. In fact, spirituality, therapy and meds just help us deal with the fact that we have missing pieces and (hopefully) stop us from trying to fill those holes with unhealthy actions, relationships, or substances.
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
I can’t even begin to unwind.
One must learn to bask in Here’s Now Glow / Before sprinting to the Next Brighter There.
Sometimes Magic happens…
Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
When still waters run deep / The deep can often roil with peril;
Some days I think I’ve gone numb.
My challenging is not yet finished.
When clouds of witnesses surrounded, I used them to cover my flaws.
Even as colouroverlays the monochrome, I see no beauty here. Only chaosand waste. Lives. Ways of Life. Stolen. And for…
For Fear just serves to keep us in The Dark; Embrace the Verse and on New Paths embark.