love

what about love is so difficult? To see that love is more encompassing than the chit-chat fun of boy and girl. More than love of mother to child. Love is the answer, the movement, the awakening, the beginning, the response, and the end. And yet, so much of our lives are based on compelling ourselves and each other with guilt and the poisoning of our conscience.

Do what you may, but without love, it is simply a clamoring of noise.

faith

am i a fool to believe in this? to believe that this God is real, and to live life for Him is indeed worthy?

if i really do believe that this is worth it then why do i lead my life in this fashion? lukewarm, tepid. transformation has occurred and yet, at best, i am a frog swimming deep in the water unaware that i am no longer a tadpole. until i begin to lose my breath, my lungs collapse, and i force myself up, and take a gasp of air. it is only then when i realize that perhaps i was meant to live above the suffocating waters--but no, i will return to my familiar drowning.

my God, my God. be near.
i will pray, rededicate, redevote
for You alone are worthy.
what is familiar and comfortable i will leave behind
for what is worthy.