What do you do when all you feel is pain, weariness and despair? What do you do when all efforts feel the arthritis of failure and giftlessness? What do you do when shame and regret brutalize you, bruising your mind and numbing your heart? What do you do when visions of freedom are lost and all strength fails you? What do you do when the last innocence of youth is strangled from your limbs and even the past is under the shadow of tomorrow? What do you do when crawling out of your last ditch for hope, a friend comes to you from theirs? When a friend tells of their struggle to keep faith and in that directionless course they were captured, raped and left for dead? What do you do when all the strong are doubters, sinners and failures who cannot hold a banner let alone lend strength to one? What do we do when the dead start paying rent and the found become lost? What do you do when parents partner in sundering a child’s life, their love turns to lust and they shelter with shame? What do you do when hope dies in a friend’s eyes? When marriages are lost on a windless sea, what do you do? What do you do when the joyful make withdrawals? What do you do when the saved are just glad to be?
What the hell is this place?
i still believe.
