Journal Speaks
The journal bulging – written and stuck full. Time for a new one.
I flip the pages, candle pushing light, and tea (for two).
May, 4th
The teacher sharing Life somewhere.
Me waiting for Life here.
I read…
Kirsty flips pages
clock ticks
fridge hums
my mind runs a home…
He’s here.
I know.
Thirsty for voice, touch, breath…
my confusion
right…wrong…conscience…condemnation…not enough!
Right and wrong tree
so often satisfies hunger. No. Always a meal.
Tree of Life?
No condemnation! Enough!
But how?
Turn,
feet in the stream of Life.
His purpose. His glory alone.
Look for Life.
O God, help!
