There are days when I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling when I wake up
As if somewhere in the awarded-to-the-lowest-bidder craftsmanship of the ceiling
Motivation to drag myself out of bed will somehow materialize.
There are days when I cry because there is nothing else
Words cannot capture the turmoil of my heart
And like an infant frustrated in its inability to convey meaning, I cry.
There are days when I want to escape
Flee the scene; give up the ghost, start over with a clean slate
Only to find that clean slates with regard to earthly consequences are on eternal backorder.
There are days when my best is not good enough
When self-reliance falls short of even my meager human expectations
And I fall flat on my face. Again.
On these days, I look anywhere else but to You
Knowing full well the Answer, the Truth, the source of Life in great abundance
But you wait. For me. You died. For me. You love. Me.
There are days when I … need to replace “I” with “You”.
As if somewhere in the awarded-to-the-lowest-bidder craftsmanship of the ceiling
Motivation to drag myself out of bed will somehow materialize.
There are days when I cry because there is nothing else
Words cannot capture the turmoil of my heart
And like an infant frustrated in its inability to convey meaning, I cry.
There are days when I want to escape
Flee the scene; give up the ghost, start over with a clean slate
Only to find that clean slates with regard to earthly consequences are on eternal backorder.
There are days when my best is not good enough
When self-reliance falls short of even my meager human expectations
And I fall flat on my face. Again.
On these days, I look anywhere else but to You
Knowing full well the Answer, the Truth, the source of Life in great abundance
But you wait. For me. You died. For me. You love. Me.
There are days when I … need to replace “I” with “You”.
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