" Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are 'patches of godlight' in the woods of our experience."

Sunday, August 8, 2010

My Cloudy Days, Part 1



A dark cloud covers me.
The sun may be shining,

But all I see is rain.

I pray for relief.

I beg for freedom.
I know He hears me,

But the answer never comes.

The cloud continues to darken my soul.

My joy has left me.

I feel only sadness.
I feel only darkness.
Sometimes, I feel nothing.
My life is passing quickly,
And I am missing out.

I call out for it to stop.

I pray for slower days.
But it continues to fly by,

Quicker each day.


I do my duties.
I continue each day.
I put on a mask,
And cover my pain.
Everything has become monotonous!
God doesn't answer,

So I stop asking.

I know it's me.
I know I should try harder...

But why?
Life seems pointless.




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