I must get off this path of sin, and find my
inner-being in God, but I do not know how.
I pray, but I no longer feel the consolation
I once felt – that wholeness and joy, like I was
being held tightly in His arms.
That is gone now – now, all I feel is anxiety and
the accumulation of irritations; my heart
is colder and I look back to that tranquil time as if
it was lived by someone else.
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Note: This poem was inspired by Confessions by Saint Augustine.
Hi, Nick. Been there. Done that. Assuming there is a bit of truth to your poem, you might check out Jesus Christ. When surrendered to Him, He’s more than anyone could hope for.
Thanks for the comment! I agree. He just feels very far away sometimes.
Your wordsmithing is powerful and really strikes a resonant chord in me. Just found your blog and I’m catching up!