Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Emptiness. Loneliness. And the days are precious jewels, and my life is full and completed in the palm of Thy hands. You have blessed me beyond my wildest dreams. Emptiness. Loneliness of days hidden in silence. Apathy. I am the lost creature in quest of the rainbow and the lonely magpie around the birdfeeder--the peculiar standby that doesn’t belong. And if I lift up my eyes above my insignificances, I know how wrong I am; yet I cannot see it in your eyes... see me as you see me… I am, sanctified and hallowed in thy hands. This ungrateful child—a frightened child of the ferry night. Lord that your eyes take no notice of that which it is seen, and look only through my soul.


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