From across the street, he looks up and raises a hand in greeting.. Attempts a sad smile.. Fails.. Gives up altogether.. and bows his head once more..
A sad soul plodding on.
He goes on, trying not to let it show.. But deep inside he's broken, battered and bleeding.
The burden just won't seem to lift.
I wish I could share his burden.. but I can't. Perhaps no one can, except for the One he has chosen to follow. But the road is narrow, long and hard. Yet somehow, he knows he'll get there someday..
Home.
How he wishes others could come home with him, too. But they seem beyond reach his reach. They go their own way. He feels helpless.
Anguish fills his heart.
He wonders if God must feel the same. Did God feel the same way for him back when he too was still lost and stubbornly going his own way? Towards ruin..
Self-destruction.
The answer is no. No, God probably feels even more strongly than anyone could ever imagine. Not only for him back then, but also for them who are still lost and who have yet to find the Way..
Who have yet to find their way home.
He cries out and prays that God would bring them home.
If it be His will, then please let it be his consolation.Labels: inside the self, the walk |
