The Boy
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
The boy lay sprawled on the soft, white carpet, tears streaming down his soft, rosy cheeks. His chest heaved up and down with soft sobs. Memories came crashing through his mind, memories of his father. How he longed to be with his father.
How I long to be with my Father, my heavenly Father. Some may picture me as constantly depressed when I write on my blog, always saying that I can't wait to die. But, I am not depressed, I am merely a pilgrim on this filthy earth. A boy trying to be with his Dada.
Why would I spend my life longing
for the day that it would end?
Why would I spend my time pointing
to another man?
Isn't that crazy?
How can I find hope in dying
with promises unseen?
How can I learn you way is better
in everything I am not to be?
Isn't that crazy?
I have not been called
to the religion of this world
but to a God
who is calling out to me.
And even though the world may think
I am losing touch with reality
It would be crazy
to choose this world over eternity.
I think the poem pretty much sums up what I think. Even though it may seem ridiculous I can't wait to die.
Posted by The Dave 9:40 PM
