Everything we do anymore is “our brand”. For better of for worse.
Comfort to weary, haven to battered, peace to the restless, I’ve found my home at last. Yours in a hurry, beggars in a need, destitute by definition, an hour til it pass. Land in the distance, waves rolling over bow, sailors calling me down, with torn sails on the mast. Caught up in the swell, dead weight over board, is this ship sinking, with the anchors that we cast? A port in a storm, any will do, there’s no way we will make it, my time, it has passed. Down with the ship, to the bottom of seas, make death come swiftly, take me home at last.
Diving off cliffs or jumping off points? The last moments were foot and Earth bid momentary adieu before recapturing her prey. Is it good to fall—to briefly flee the surely bonds of certain sciences and fly in the face rational thought before closing the book on the inevitable ends?
Do you look down across the craggy face of the jagged rock or up to the heavens in some expanded moment that stretches out to eternity as you rise up and away? Does the view look the same as the view behind the pastoral pulpits where your heart, mind and soul last eschewed the dark?
Just last week you cried to the heavens with accusations of betrayal and leveled indictments at the throne room, but here you are at the other end of the stick once more begging for help. Help you? What more does He owe you? Bite the hand that feeds? Spit in the face only to return asking for hand outs. “Shall we continue in sin so that grace may abound?” Do you need your sin gift card hole punched again signifying how sorry you are as you earn your way to the front of the same line where you spiritually self immolated within as a protest to the Almighty?
What audacity. So here we find you again suspended and emoting with great noise hung between your destination of the grave with your hands stretched upward and the sky, crying for your accused to catch you only so you can blame Him for how much it will hurt if he indeed does. Suffering is a merit badge you were so well. I hope you find peace and rest before the heel of your foot strikes bedrock.