Current location:	Room
Current mood:	calm
Current music:	Evanescence
Entry tags:	religion

So I was listening to a song earlier and these thoughts happened

This place is the edge. A place of knowing and not knowing. A place of wonder and a place of fear.
God who seemed so real is suddenly fleeting; and all surety is replaced with doubt.



Madness comes. What was love and became fear, is now pain, and binding, and death.
Pleasant dreams of glory have become hauntings of lost righteousness.
A voice you followed for glory; lost on the wind.



And you cry out. What can you do? Is it too late? Is there nothing left for you?
So many past disappointments. What good can this future being?
Despair.


But then there is a cry back to us in the song:

That caring has not gone. That new way is still there. After all is over, you still have it all.
All that you could have and all you could ever desire, is yours.


One day we feel:

But we know this is a lie.
Sometimes its hard.
Sometimes there is lonliness.
And wilderness.
And despair.
And desolation.
And utter, abject failure and disappointment.
But in the end.
We know it; we can not truly deceive ourselves.

And one day we get up. And we say, "Yes."
And then we know you never left.
And the edge we were on, we leave, and we set off once more.