The view from my CHAIR.

A door that never stays shut..
In and out people come and go, Always with ease and with a smile.
A room full of vessels, full of swelling hearts. Everyone has something to bring
we're here to meet the king.
Here there is no shame to cry; tear streaked faces are priceless jewels upon his crown

no rules
no certain way to proceed, only a clear destination...
The foot of Jesus
The rest is for him.
the rest is for us.
The rest can't be planned
...that if it were planned it would not be by his hand, it would not bare his finger print.

If you can find a way to fall, ..let go, you will be in his embrace soon.
And if you can not fall, do not be afraid to wait,
remember its for God that we wait, and he may take as long as he likes.

don't lose hope
don't abandon faith.

its not a ridgid space this time with the Lord..
no schedule to be kept, no manuscript to recite
these fuzzy feelings may or may not come, but its not about that.
Life is being liveed here, life void of sensationalism.





ITAMACY FATHER.
How else can i talk to you..
when i don't even think you hear me.
sometimes the "numb" is too much, i have got to feel the wound, the hurt, to repair it.
There is something in the way but it won't show it self. If you must let it hutt a little, allow it so i know that i can feel.
All this breeds is anger, fustration, and apathy. Dreadful Apathy.
Speak to me, SPEAK TO ME
have you nothing to say?
Do you not have a planned future for me, i think you do...
i can't be with you right now can I?
i want to be broken
BREAK THROUGH NOW!

i can no longer sit, life is not tollerable in the view from my chair, because its just that a view. i can look but not touch, so i run!