Thoughts

I want to be awake, to feel God nudge me from a deep and weary sleep.

I've been taught that listening to the Spirit means hearing everything wrong about me. A spiritual life exacts a scouring of my inner-self for hidden motives and secret sin. But I am tired of trying to look at my reflection without flinching at the ugliness of me. Melancholy brushes its rough texture across my memory.

Can thoughts change? Can I see my life as abundant? I push against the lies that kill, the thoughts which drive us to sleep during daylight. Today I will silence all verbs except those that invite me to swim, splash and kiss.


Pull me from dark dreams.

Awake, my soul.