Now it may seem to all who read this (seems to be myself only but if anyone ventures this way you are welcome to let your eyes rest on this meaningless rendition of my day) that all I do is weep and moan and am pessimistic about life. This is not so. Last night I had a bit of an epiphany, which is the name of this day (check your calendar). I suppose it would not necessarily be called an epiphany considering the fact that deep inside of me I knew of this truth already. This is my year...this is my time. No more waiting. No more up and down, in, out, here, or there. He, the Lover of my soul, has set my path before me and He is the only one who truly, truly, knows me and He knows the truth of my heart, the sweet melody that longs to spring forth. Heaviness cannot burden me. Sadness is no longer mine. I no longer embrace disappointment as a friend.
This is all well said, and aptly named an epiphany to my other self which seems to deny the fact of all of this. It seems to say "Awake! You who sleeps, awake!!" I am jolted, stung straight in the heart. I sit, I wait, I seek. I long for the journey that takes me to the place of my dreams...not only my dreams, but the fulfillment of those dreams. There is the place where my heart will truly be free.
So on this day named Epiphany I wonder what is to become of all that I long for. I struggle to go and to not be tied to my chair of complacency. I want the adventure to begin...but have I even gotten past the credits?
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