We’re at the crossroads, You and I.
Like the back of my hand, I often pay You no mind; I take You for granted.
Unappreciated, underutilized, overlooked – it’s what You’ve come to expect from me.
But, I need You.
And clearly, You need me more than I’ll ever realize.
I’m just a vessel, a medium that You use to communicate with the unseeing, the nameless, the unsettled. Those who are just like me.
Thoughts unreflected, I’m too often affected by Your musings.
Your demands ravage my body, possess my thoughts – when You have something to say, everything else stops.
I live to serve You, knowing that, like me, You’re the servant of a higher master.
How now to heed Your call? What must I sacrifice now to appease You?
I long for harmonious Grace in Your presence, to finally feel at peace with Your ceaseless whispers in my soul.
Lead me, creative spirit, and I shall willingly follow.