If I may…
be so bold as to come before your throne and ask
honest questions, make observations in earnest, or something like that. I don’t know which, yet.
I mean no disrespect, and certainly wouldn’t raise a ruckus, but there I was kneeling low…
asking for kindness, a word of healing.
Your sensitive eyes were shielded from the bright clouds of glory. My eyes were bare. My soul…the same. What I didn’t see blinded me.
Did you hear me? Were you there? Or did something important pull you away?Did I ever feel at arms length in that moment. You weren’t near.
This clouded, silent day chills to the bone.
Caring not for January.
My heart aches. Can you tell? (if you’re watching at all)
I feel like the chaff. Separate. Blown away. Stuck in your hair. Shaken off. Dare I say… Unnecessary.
The words feel strange on my tongue. Cutting and sharp.
It may sound harsh, even drastic, but this is how I’m feeling right now.
Tossed to the wind. An Echo.