wasteland

Snaking through a spiritual wasteland of broken dreams and promises, and disillusionment with things as they are.

Don't think that I'm a fool
if I don't believe the way you do
I just can't reconcile
what you take for granted
with what bears itself out
in my heart-life;
in what I have seen.

This endless struggle is wearing me thin

The big picture is there on the horizon, over that next hill.

It's wide, like letterbox; one struggles to take it all in.

Its majesty and scope are practically incomprehensible unless we back up off of it and observe it from a distance.

Outside the realm of selfish ambition is a pleasant place where freedon dwells, but in my self-absorbtion I don't see it very well.

God help my unbelief.