Sunday, March 7, 2010

Journal March 8

Hanging onto our lives only makes sense when our hearts are dark. Eyes
closed. Heart cold. Life is found by dying. Dying does not kill.
That first step is scary. Uncertain. Finding the path from a confusing
forest. Looking up shows us the light. Our souls need food. Body and
soul aches in hunger. Hunger that is covered in meals of sugar. So
hungry. So dark. Show me that first step. Show me your light. Our
Maker knows our weave. He knows the path. He is the way. The truth.
The life. No more empty living. No more dull empty selfish seperate
life. This life is not mine. I did not make it. I cannot keep it.

Tom Butz

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