What A Fool
Lately when I sit alone I find myself floating in that void between consciousness and unconsciousness.
It is there the thoughts of my existence and the decisions I have made helped me to build the graveyard of memories I possess.
When you love somebody you do things to show that love is brighter than the sun.
I was told only an only a fool believes the one who loves the less loves the best.
Or are you a fool if you do not believe.
I always wondered what loneliness my life would hold without love.
My Jesus teaches me the world is full of the walking dead.
That to live I must love life enough to be willing to give up life.
I feel as dead as the souls on this rock without Jesus.
What fool am I that hope for the future when my light has gone dim from your absence?
What fool could hope for flavor when the salt is outside of one’s grasp?
The silence I longed for has not brought me peace: only the cold emptiness of separation.
The Lord is my shepherd I should not want.
Yet foolish am I when a green pasture is not what I am hungry for.
What fool am I that waste the blessing of life chasing the carnal knowledge to the path of death?
It is true only fools fall in love.
Only a fool would sacrifice the sanctity of a peaceful soul for the fleeting seconds of a flesh filled desire.
As the inevitable pain from the stop; overwhelms our reality like the darkness of a solar eclipse after the falling ends.