Just trying to find a picture that shows how I feel at this moment. This flower, I call it the Madonna of flowers, touched me. Remaining raindrops - tears of heaven - I suppose are needed to keep it so pure looking. Tears - I have had so many in my life that I wonder if God sent them to make my soul pure? I See and feel , I assume, different than other people. That makes it very hard to have a balanced and peaceful life. I remember my father saying: people think - God does.
Now I wonder where am I? Do I think right or does God make me hear different voices to guide my next step? It is hard and I don't know how to get my own soul at peace. I know I can't change the world and even if I try to stir up somebody else's thinking it isn't in my power to let it happen. Right or wrong - it keeps on asking: God, where are you? I feel like I am teetering on a sharp edge and am afraid to fall. Friends to hold me up I have a few, but they not here every moment I desperately need their support. I pray and still wonder - what next?
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