Ironic is the fact we all feel an endless void inside of our beings
Which proves we secretly long for eternity in the skies, space and heavens outside of our grasp
We mourn and wail and fear death and see it as the greatest crime against life
Because there is an inner witness screaming out, telling us death is unnatural,
That's because we miss being immortal
Why do we hate to feel so alone?
Is it because something tells us we are actually connected to one another's most hidden thoughts and innermost feelings through a complex web of vibes and information?
Are we mad that we see it and our neighbor, who is really our brother and sister cannot because they are so blinded by their greed and insecurity?
they do not allow us a hug, scared we'll take their coat; simultaneously coveting ours as added shelter and warmth against this cold habitat we've created.Ironic is it not?
The body heat generated from one body hugging another would sustain the fearful neighbor's warmth needs, yet this intimacy terrifies him/her, because he would then have to open his chest to receive the embrace, becoming vulnerable to possible further daggers to the heart
We mask our pain with masks made of mud and cement
We cover our pain and nakedness with robes of barbed wire
We laugh with one another, while laughing at one another, while mocking at one another
Pouring out hypocrisy, yet mad when receiving no loyalty
Full of hatred we play, only to receive wages of depression
Disgusted with our reality, we look for escapes; anything to numb our numbness
Past the numb, a paranoid battered and bleeding heart cries out for justice and relief, but finds none
Looking down for so long, we haphazardly glance up every blue moon; looking for a sign, ignoring the blue moon
All creation shakes their first at Creator; only after creating a fabricated world where we crown ourselves Creator, worshipping His creations
Blinded we fall and stumble, yet He calls
Emprisoned we scream bewildered in our cages, while He offers His hand
Only the brave can stare through the illusions of odds going to war against us, and look past to see the portal, the gateway, the way out. The Way
The endless void we feel...is meant to be filled.
Ecclesiastes 8:11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in their hearts, yet so that man can’t find out the work that God has done from the beginning even to the end.
12 I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice, and to do good as long as they live.
13 Also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy good in all his labor, is the gift of God.
14 I know that whatever God does, it shall be forever. Nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it; and God has done it, that men should fear before him.