Displaced
in the middle.
There is
an unrest,
An uneasiness,
A pull
towards pressing in more closely,
Not living
in my heart so remotely.
Every synapse
in my brain
Must be
rewired into the
Thoughts
of my Father.
I’m
dissatisfied.
There is
a restlessness growing,
And a
not-okay-with-where-I’m-at
Attitude
that is reaching out like
A hand
towards the light.
The reality
is that I am free.
The “veil
has been torn,”
And my
life has been forever changed,
But I find
myself getting tangled
In lesser-than
things,
And distractions,
And temptations,
And I’m
not interested in living my life like that.
I don’t
want to live in compromise.
My desire
is to be all-in,
Heart,
body, mind, and soul.
I don’t
want to tell myself one thing
And live
out another,
Or tell
You one thing
And do
something different,
I don’t
want things that really mean nothing,
To be
the things I am drawn to most.
May the
dissatisfaction of how things are,
The frustration
of feeling distracted
By meaningless
things,
Be a
catalyst to draw me closer
To the
One I love,
And deeper
into the heart and mission
Of who
He is.
