To survive is not to live.
That much is clear.
Is it life if you go day to day
without thinking, never going beyond
what is necessary?
Books are my life, superheroes
my obsession. Words, continuous
from one page to the next;
Red and blue, primary colors,
capes fluttering in the wind.
Can I survive without?
Can I live without?
Family- an understanding
of my strange ways,
companions at the end of the day,
people who have my back no matter what.
I’ve survived death before.
Life- probably not.
consolations and warnings:
“Just in case.”
Strip my skin, peel
back the layers-
what do you find?
“But as for me and my house,
We will serve the Lord.
We do not fear, but trust in Him;
We are not be anxious,
For it is by grace we are saved.”
Cliché, perhaps. But truth in definition.
Forget the salvation, the life that came
from the blood, the death of Christ.
Forget the belief that frees us
from the wages of sin.
Look instead to the most basic truth.
In worry, in anger, in self-doubt and
sadness, I turn to Him.
I falter much, but He is there; I wander
some, and He searches for me.
I cannot live without prayer, without hope,
And what is He but all of these?
An answer, a light in the dark,
a hand that keeps me.
I am never without
unless by choice;
I am never forgotten,
only wandering in far countries.
No island may keep me from Him;
No ocean is too vast, too deep
for Him to cross.
Daily, He is with me;
Eternally, He has known me.