Tonight I received the news that Jeff, a friend I went to Bible school with, died with his father in a car accident today. I feel a blur of sadness, soberness, and confusion; but something in me refuses to accept it. Somewhere in my soul I feel the unnaturalness of death, that this isn't supposed to happen, it's not real. My mind understands that a terrible event has happened, but my heart recoils at the thought. I have no words. I have no prayers. Thank you, God, that You reads our hearts and not our words, because I have none.
the road is narrow,
but it winds.
these wings are broken,
but they still fly.
the hill is high
but not too steep.
these eyes are closed,
but do not sleep.
if broken wings still fly,
and two closed eyes can see,
i look at you with questions,
of what this life might be.
the answer comes despite the things,
which rise up in the way,
and we fly on broken wings,
tho tears may fall today.
the room is cold,
but you stay,
the hurt is real,
you don't feel the pain.
this place is dark,
but you will be my light.
the day is dark and heavy,
but we fly on broken wings.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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