#talkingtojesus

Fear doesn't touch you in the face of my lack.

I thought perhaps I didn't know

what it is you meant when I listened

to the stories you dreamed of my days.

And still, I'm not sure that I do.

Words won't do justice to the pain.

The sacrifice, or the sorrow.

And neither can they paint a picture

fair of the triumph, fulfillment, or life.

But these things you've put inside me.

The ones that feel like concrete mist

or the haze over the mornings dew.

Underneath the solid earth.

Breath and wind, but heart and soul.

I don't see that I could possibly be enough.

Still you're there inside it all.

So the waiting and the searching.

The praying and the hoping.

Even the breaking too.

How beautiful, life.