Can you see them swooping from the heavens, swords in hands saving the world. As I peer from the window I see the battle blazing as my heart ceases to flutter. Before my eyes lay affects of the night before, scared huddled in a corner. Praying to not be alone, praying that righteousness could be restored. Swirled around in the wind were the sounds and screams of those not realizing their mouths were open. The dimming lights and shattered character of hearts hopelessly calling to nothing. Calls that were answered. As I curled up scared, gravity pulling water from my eyes till they too were dry.
From the corner basement room I would sneak a peak through the window with disbelieving eyes. I let out noises that I didn?t even know I held praying that He would hear me and come by my side. My heart became so heavy… it hurts to move because of what I see. I?m scared to go outside for there is to much (or is it not enough). It mine as well be calling to me, this morning light which shown with my first glances on the world. My heart still heavy and hurting, as I see here watching them swooping and rushing, swords in hand while people walk past unsuspecting. I used to cry when I saw this, saw them fighting, but now I simply pray that He shall be triumphant. As they walk past ignorant to that which is going on around them.
The light is gone again… In time I shall return
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Alright, I?m sick of sitting on what I see and know, not using the gifts given to me. My heart is too heavy to say nothing. Father let me live because of your unfailing grace.
Pressing onward, because I can’t look back.
~paul