Wednesday, October 23

my mind

why can't I get out of my freaking head?
it is stuffy and dark and terrifying in here.
the longer I go without meeting Your gaze, Father, the darker I imagine it grows.
I am buried in regrets, paralyzed by fears.
I dream my tiny plans in secret, fearful that You might say no.
I can't see how much more comes from Your plans and dreams,
when I'm trapped in this small, burning, shameful place inside my head.
what a free and massive living passion Your world is!
to let go of me is to embrace the Endless Universe of You,
oh to be free of me...