Break up lines
come from my lips
applying to the state of us.
"We've drifted apart,"
seems appropriate
but more honestly,
"It's not you, it's me."
You haven't gone anywhere,
Pursuer of my soul,
but I have.
Without going anywhere,
I have.
I feel this way sometimes about God. "Where have you
gone?" is the question asked and felt but really I'm asking myself the
question. He hasn't gone anywhere. Somewhere I slipped on the slopes of
mundane and mediocrity. The everyday living of life without intentionality and
purpose leads me to those slopes. Fortunately I don't slip too far off the
mountain. It helps that he's holding his staff down to me to pull me back up.
Renewed in my heart with the fresh memory of my inability to lead myself
rightly I live purposefully and intentionally. Until I slip off the slope
again. Usually because I got off his back. There I go again thinking I can lead
myself but there he is again ready to carry me.
