The Roller Coaster

I go through the cyclic routine of life Deaf to beauty, blind to wonder I do what I must, thirsting for so much more I yearn for your hand to reach through the abyss of time To turn my world right-side up I crave for your reality, your Kairos moments Open heaven and come bursting forth Riding a chariot of clouds Sunlight emanating from the golden strands of your hair Eyes piercing like fire Voice shaking oceans, leveling mountains Come and ruin me Cause me to fall to my knees Upset the daily grind I am caught in Bring my rat race to a stop Unlock my ears, unveil my eyes Unfold the plans you have for me Show me beauty, leave me in awe I want to walk in your path Walk in your reality Come

We are all liars, frauds, impostors. “How are you?” asks someone with a smile. “I’m okay.” you reply smiling back. You turn to go. Turmoil rises and you want to scream, “Actually, I’m HORRIBLE!” But you are afraid. Afraid that person WON’T care. Afraid that they WILL care. Afraid they will try to FIX YOU UP. Afraid what they may THINK. Afraid, afraid, afraid.... We all have hid behind masks. Too terrified to reveal the sorrow and brokenness we are concealing. Horrified to expose our flaws and short comings. We want to be perceived as strong, on top of the world with everything under control. We don’t allow ourselves to be comforted by the fact that everyone has their weak moments. For Samson it was when he was in the arms of the beautiful Delilah. For Achilles it was when his heel was exposed to danger. It is easier to brush people off than explain what is really going on. To allow them a glimpse of our souls. But how long will this act last? When will pretending cease? When w...