A gleam in the darkness
my soul cannot rest
blinded by glory
I turn and run
it’s chasing me
I feel the heat upon my back
naked and alone I cry out
never turning around to have my yearning fulfilled
A mountain has arisen before me
and yet I crawl on hands and knees
rather than turning back to the warmth that forever
glows faintly in my distance
A chill rushes to my soul my lamp is but a spark
What is wrong with me?
Why have I come here to this place so dreary and cold
Where is the love?
Where is the contentment of my soul?
I turn around and see the flickering far off in the horizon
Its slightness makes me hunger for more
consuming, running back, filling, gaining ground, enveloping His healing love into my calloused heart, begging his forgiveness
I find my place in his arms and never want to leave again.
jlj
11/13/00
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