Books with empty pages

I read a whole book onthe Art of Happinessby the Dalai Lamaand I learn nothing new.I read Psalms that have watered my souland the words turn to dust in my mouth...for such a time as this...He lit up the cathedral on the farmwith white snow-light,a million crystals suspendedin the windreflecting Grace on a chipped paint tack roomAnd that one thing,the morning light,the horse nappingSara Groves told me in a songyou do your work the best that you canyou put one foot in front of the other life comes in waves and makes it's demandsyou hold on as well as you’re ableyou've been here for a long long timebut hope has a way of turning its face to youjust when you least expect ityou walk in a room you look out a window and something there leaves you breathlessyou say to yourselfit's been a while since i felt thisbut it feels like it might be hope Where is your face, Father?Where is your hope?How do I open hands to receive redemption -the kind that rescues us from the everydaynot just that moment in heavenwhen I see my name in the Book of Life.I need you nowI need truth to be drink and foodreplace these tearsand place before me a fresh cup
Source: Turquoise Gates - Category: Cancer Tags: depression when God feels far away hope anxiety time alone the breaking point suicide Source Type: blogs