I once read that man is like grass and his glory is like a sunflower in a field. Grass eventually greets the blade and petals turn brown, but the words that drip from Elohim’s lips are eternal. Desire for the honey usually overtakes all other yearning, so I disconnect from the world for awhile and reconnect with God. Though I ache and my lower back caves backward in a painful curve, I discover myself on my knees – praying. Groans and tears frequent these sessions more often than actual words because I assume I seek something deeper, something lasting. I could mumbling and mutter away an hour and have not come one inch closer to this eternal dew, but in my moaning and gasping sobs, I discover this unexplainable peace. It passes all understanding; and ushers me into this lullaby state where I slumber restful and not in a tossing and turning of scattered dreams.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s