Flustered Axons

From me, to my self and then to you… Person I feel for you and I know it be true that it will always be that way. For you,

“Dear M,

Time is done here and maybe only a little bit more will tell of our fate here in this world. If or not things will happen as they should, well… Time will tell us more. Nothing more is there to be said for if a person were to die and stay hidden in under a rock for eternity, I would not want to be that person.

You know me and I remember who you were and I liked the old you. I never got the chance to know the new you so here it is I say to you – He has, in fact, changed you a lot. Much more in ways I wish he had not for now only one may understand who you really are and not me anymore.

I’m sorry I had to avoid you and keep you as a void in everything I do. But don’t fret child. Life does move on and I’ll always be here. Remember me as the thorn in your heart or the flutter of butterflies in your tummy; I’d rather be the latter but it isn’t something I can decide.

Be true to yourself and know that I stand waiting for you. As a friend and as a person to talk to. We shall meet again, and I hope to the deepest and widest of oceans that you would find, not a subtle knife to throw at my torn and shambled heart, but a word of comfort and reconciliation from the strongest beat of your heart.

Be my friend? Please be my friend… God only knows I really do need you.

Loathing the fact that there are too many obstacles as much as there are silver linings,
G.”

A time of Lent. I guess I never really gave up much. But this time, I have a reason to share this with everyone. A thought a feeling. A song and a hymn. Something I’ve felt deep within my heart and soul. And now that Good Friday draws near, I kind of know what it’s like to be alone.

My soul is sad, my heart is breaking tonight
Could you not watch and comfort me until light?
Am I alone, surrounded only by night?
Could you not watch one hour with me?

Could you not keep awake for one hour with me?
Is it so hard that you should do this for me?
I die for you that you might always be free.
Could you not watch one hour with me?

And so I weep, and there is no-one to hear,
I am in pain; will on-one witness my tears?
I am your God, and as my passion draws near,
Could you not watch one hour with me?

I would wait with you, my Lord. I really would.
S.O.