Saturday, August 27, 2011

Screaming into Pillows

I can't be the only one feeling this. Even as I type, someone out there is feeling this.
That there is something inherently wrong with us. Yes, INHERENTLY.

And no amount of advice, airports, destinations, work, journal entries, food&drink can pacify my desire to scream into pillows 24/7. No, no love, lust, even laughter, can satisfy our desire for more.

Only you, God. Yes, GOD. Up close and personal, not abstract. Physical and emotional elevation. An extremely bright light at the end of this mystical and elusive tunnel.

I just want to crawl into that nook under God's arm. That must be what David had in mind when he implored God to "hide me in the shadow of your wings." Actually, probably not, but that's what I mean. My spirit always feels at ease there.

1 comment:

  1. Hi! Here's some more info on the Flea Market. It's on today...

    You need to get to Platoon Kunsthalle, either google it or there's a link on one of the articles ^_^