“this is how we know what love is”,
that you died for us? no,
that you lied to us –
seems more apt to me
in this moment, in this place.
come back when you’re done
with giving me hell
and trials and anxiety
and fear and rejection
and dismantling the walls
I had built up to try and simply understand.
come back when you’ve good things
because I can’t live for you
waiting for life to get better
hoping something good lies quiet around the corner
when experience has taught me, that if anything,
Sorry if that’s a little raw. I wrote it this morning and decided to share it on account of the fact that (a) I have little by way of anything interesting to say and (b) I don’t think we’re nearly honest enough about our journey of faith.