I am uncertain of the theological order of things
I am uncertain of the angelic names that exist and will exist
I am uncertain of all of the words contained in the scripture
I am certain that if I let go I will surely cry…
I hear about death
I see death
I fear death but I love God
I still glance at my family and that gnawing feeling exists
I fear for a world that will surely collapse if we don’t take care of it
I read a book recently and a door was opened
Many questions scampered out and they now roam the spans of my psyche
The Angelic Riddle has been asked…
I thank God for small miracles…
I now say The Lord’s Prayer at the foot of my bed at night…
As opposed to the “x” amount of years that I have repeated those sacred words as I lay in my bed with other thoughts invading this sacred chant, drifting between sleep and awaked ness
The battle will soon rage on the horizon
An unstoppable Army will dominate the battlefield
Many will fall save the chosen ones
I have my misgivings about being chosen – but one can hope
I have a dark vengeful side that will lurk
It was confined in a cage but now it stands behind an unlocked door
Humans can reason a way out of their actions
I have reasoned a way out of actions that haunt me in the form of guilt
I try to turn guilt into forgiveness as I forgive my victim and ask for the same
One action…just think about it…can decide your fate
You cast yourself into a self-created prison or one created by others
Over a decade ago I ran into a former acquaintance who ridiculed me decades earlier for being fat and it made me feel like an outcast
He offered a hand of politeness that I promptly refused citing the aforementioned events as the cause
I thought that I heard that he has since passed on before I could say that “I’m sorry” or at least take the hand that was offered.
Of this I am unknowing and afraid to know…
Where is the line drawn?
Have I crossed it in my haste to simply exist?
They say that it’s never too late…I ponder this revelation as I place my thoughts before you.