Not the thought i am dead, not the way i am dead, Not the screams i am dead, but the fact i am dead. it rings a noticable difference in your ears... there is no shining white, white lights are stupid. There is only the inevitable feeling of something so precise, so intune with something that you thought you felt that you know suddenly that you've never felt it before. ever. it's more than what you are, it's less than what you know and it's the certain feeling of the concert between time and space; the fortitude of which you have granted, a blank expression when you realize that this is what you are facing. it's only a quick whoosh, a small sigh before you dissapear and shrink away from a living, breathing, hellish society towards another greater hell itself. a thought in your minds eye... a soft whisper... A SCREAM!!!!!! a scream of who you are, a scream that this is what you have become, and a greater knowledge... a knowing. a searching. a realizing. THAT THIS. this treachery, this insanity , this morbid, perverse, filthy, decrepid, dying, foolish, listless, lifeless, loveless!!! way...of fading away.... IS ALL YOURS TO KEEP. your mistake, your screw-up, your benign, belittled, beholden way of reaching out and tugging on one chance after another only to suddenly come to the realization that you are setting yourself on fire deena, you are burning away anything that has ever meant everything to you just so that you can stand up and raise your head and wipe your eyes and clear your head and say that for once in your tiny tiny system of life, you felt like letting go.... and maybe... maybe you can come back now...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Apologetics ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*It's crowded in worship today, As she slips in, Trying to fade into the faces, The girl's teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know, But if we are the Body, Why aren't His arms reaching? Why aren't His Hands healing? Why aren't His Words teaching? And if we are the Body, Why aren't His Feet going? Why is His love not showing them there is a way? Jesus paid much too high a price, For us to pick and choose who should come, And we are the Body of Christ.*
*What if the armies of the Lord, Picked up and dusted off their swords, Vowed to set the captives free, And not let Satan have one more, What if the church, for heaven's sake, Finally stepped up to the plate, Took a stand upon God's promise, And stormed hell's rusty gates, What if His people prayed, And those who bear His name, Would humbly seek His face, And turn from their own way, He said that He would hear, His promise has been made, He'll answer loud and clear, If only we would pray, And what would happen if we prayed, For those raised up to lead the way, Then maybe kids in school could pray, And unborn children see the light of day, What if the life that we pursue, Came from a hunger for the truth, What if the family turned to Jesus, Stopped asking Oprah what to do...*
and to you... i love you.... and i am so so sorry... cause i love you so much....
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