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What are you waiting for?
These eyes are closed as you see. They are the eyes of the dreamer. The one who knows me, sees me, hears me, and…is me. Who is this dreamer of mine? I feel that I am part of the dream he dreams, or is it the true me not ready to come out to the world? Waiting to awaken and make a ripple in the pond of life. This dreamer however has slightly opened his eyes in this past year and made quite a ripple in my life. He has also changed the minds of many people from the one small ripple. Knowing what the small ripple alone did for me, I grow eager for him to awaken completely!
He was in another dimension or a different time. He was seen and watched by all, but he was only there for mass. He seemed slowly to move and act on hydraulics with delayed reaction, jerking this way and that. I felt and saw a troubled man. Was he handicapped? Was he possibly poor? Defiantly one of those and maybe sick, but I wanted to give him the world and just…be there for him. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t because he didn’t need my tears. Though he was alone and probably has not even one friend or family member…you could tell he had a thirst for God and good. With his thirst he needed no more for I knew God would take care of the rest.
He was in another dimension or a different time. He was seen and watched by all, but he was only there for mass. He seemed slowly to move and act on hydraulics with delayed reaction, jerking this way and that. I felt and saw a troubled man. Was he handicapped? Was he possibly poor? Defiantly one of those and maybe sick, but I wanted to give him the world and just…be there for him. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t because he didn’t need my tears. Though he was alone and probably has not even one friend or family member…you could tell he had a thirst for God and good. With his thirst he needed no more for I knew God would take care of the rest.
Day after day you live on little pain, little suffering, and plenty of sin. You live free, but feel trapped. As you exist you continue you journey. Not knowing where to go or what to do, but you are learning. Everyday you watch those around you die and crumble. People you know die or are close to it. People you love and cherish are like stale crackers, slowly falling apart crumb by crumb...getting blown away in the breeze of life. They fade as fast as the picture does when you turn the TV off. Everyday you wake up and its time to take another loved one to the hospital, to the vacuum that sucks them closer to their cold dirt filled bed. As you watch, you try starving, over eating, drugs, carelessness, being happy, and depression. Still little pain, little suffering, and more sin…Christ died for my sins…So what do I do with my suffering?
