For Such a Time as This

This is a little prose I stumbled across today that I had intended to be part of a much larger work.  My thoughts wander to every moment of my life. It is like flipping through a photo album, yet each photo takes on a life of its own. They’re a wormhole, sucking me in with nothing to grasp on to, so I have no choice but to endure the ride. Now as I travel back to reality, I find myself sitting back at my desk with a pen in my hand. I tap the pen onto the paper, hoping it will spark some inspiration, but still the words remain hidden. They’re somewhere in my jumbled mind, behind a door with no key. Frustration is my worst enemy. The words won’t escape from their prison to roam free on the page. A part of me wants to toss it aside, to keep my words imprisoned. But another part of me knows that this is the work of the one who is set to destroy and letting him win is not an option. My heart needs to spill out onto the page.   I pace my dimly lit room, letti

I stand before you now, crying and   Humbling down unto my knees, A tear stricken face you gaze upon   With such forgiveness and love. You gently grasp my hand and Bring me unto my feet.   My eyes are lifted upon the sight of you And so my soul is also lifted. My flood of tears you wiped away, Bringing peace that calmed the winds Of my life, turning them into a slight breeze, So that I could stand.

Breathe As a mighty wind   Upon me Let it calm   my soul, sooth   my aching heart. Like rain   are my   tears.   They flow as   of a rushing   river. Stopping only for a spilt   second. Stop the rain   O’ Lord I pray Let it pass so   the sun will shine   in the morn. Let there be a   new song upon my heart   so that I may sing   unto you.