Will We Truly See

Everyone talks about bonds and loyalty but some days it seems that most are only loyal to their almighty self. Traversing a crowded lonely world filled with countries of one, projecting their image on others or assimilating skin deep realities. Clashing worlds tear the fabric of the mind, making treaties and unions make believe. 

We all plant and water seeds but it’s sad to see that harvest time never comes because of the famine of greed that creates grief. We toil to breathe, but charge for the space that should be free. The world’s unshaken philosophy is freedom from stability. Much of the time, it's so simple to see, but considering this life, I find this world is not for me. Remain or leave? 

Dominion over land, on four legs, and free is where I want to be. Walk me home Lord, your Word testifies to what you have for me. I’m alone, but you have me, so I am whole and yours to keep. I’m captivated but not joined, waiting to be poured out or will an ezer fill my cup? Drips of passion, tilling soil, storms rage; all existing inside of me. 

Thank you Lord for staying with me even though this dust in my eyes makes it hard to see. The path is known but one step at a time is sure, for your Word lights my feet and no further can I see. I have the gift of life but my mind remembers sorrow and pain. My heart of stone has been made new now it throbs for the lost and lame. 

A simple traveler whose surname is objectionable; claimed by the Master, to the masses unacceptable, wretched, and bruised. What must be done for the world to see the tragedies that wash over the helpers of society? 

Many days I feel worn and weak but now I have washed onto the shores of a rare island of linden trees. The aroma of lime floats in the breeze, the pale lion lurks, watching from the trees. I look into her eyes, remembering Genesis 1:26 and 27 but I’m living in 2:18, waiting for 2:23.