A scene I have seen times before. I finally am able to express it in words tonight, as I sip my warm milk and honey on a stool in my kitchen, writing fast to get the words down before they escape me:
I want to see you truly Alive, friend.
Not dulled by the dope that brings you down.
I know you hear those Whispers of what life should be.
What are you running from?
The fear that it might all be smoke and mirrors?
That your honest cries really will go unanswered?
Is that why you remain silent and continue smoking your blunt?
I don’t believe you’re where you really want to be. Who you really want to be.
You say ‘I’m not trying to escape from anything.’
If you’re not trying to mask something, to stifle a desire
Then why continue with your retreat into nothingness,
With only a vacant deadness staring back at you from the broken pictures hanging on its walls?
And not even any silence.
No. Because in silence you would hear it all screaming at you.
And you would be undone.
Why don’t you just be undone?
Let those buried dreams and thoughts and cries surface.
Give voice to the lost boy within,
No matter how messy the revealing may be.
Buried deep, you will find the true man you are meant to be.
Stand up. Not in pride. But in honesty.
He is listening, waiting, watching. And He is the One who is whispering.
He is the God who calls you by name. Your name.
Let go and embrace Him.
He is your strength.
