i see you.
i know toy-train-thought circling your self.
it’s no easier. getting out of bed to greet more of the same is backpack full of stones weighted with giving up.
time is running out. dreams are drying out leaves. touching them now will cause crumble into nothing. almost worse than watching them cling lifeless. at least wishful pretends alive.
love broke its promise. then packed its bags and left. you must be worth less.
you cannot move. doubt has spiderweb clung to you for so long it is better to stand still than be reminded of its grasp.
life is bucket shower only once filled and you don’t dare soapy handed try again because you cannot see what is left. rhythm of wheels on track whispers there is only this portion. only so much is yours to have. and to run out would feel the end of you too.
i see you.
if i could slide across this bench and sit nearer i would. even pressing in just a little because touch opens us up sunflower broad. giving no choice but to see the love that sent it.
and i would remind you of this:
and hope begins to circle.
after the reading from the law and the prophets, the rulers of the synagogue sent a message to them, saying, “brothers, if you have any word of encouragement for the people, say it.”
acts 13.15 (ESV)