I found one of my many poem/prayers in an old notebook today… it tells me more about myself than all my daily journal entries ever will. This openness before God was a good place to be… I need to go back there again.
Father, today I pray without pretending.
the wrapped up niceties are gone,
and only rawness remains.
you know the deep end of me, anyway.
this moment, I pray not theology
but simply crave to recall my reason,
the purpose I have for remaining alive.
all I want, all I ask is to believe
that the invisible is worth more.
to see the invisible, I need to know
the solemn meaning of counting my all as loss.
to gain your fullness, I must be empty.