Prayers from the past

From June 10, 2005

It’s a blur, a mist, a memory, as my life unfolds before my eyes. So tired, so weary, yet living, breathing I am sustained. For every breath is a blessing from Him. What’s happening to me? Inside, around me, things are still going. I am not standing still yet I don’t understand. How can people depend on me? I am ears, eyes, understanding… but hands, feet, mouth? I don’t feel it now. Alone yet with. Together yet issolated. Community yet solitude. Where am I and what do I want? Awake or asleep? Freedom or control? How do I know? Listen, watch… hear see… feel, understand… experience, believe…

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