The Book

This empty book, filled with words that don’t exist, blank pages forever written with each turn of a leaf. Picking up a pen that doesn’t write and sketching out the mental picture of your hopes, dreams, and fears, only to find white pages without a mark. Tears that have fallen and dried disappear and are forgotten. Half way through the story unfolding and yet no where close to even beginning, this object of your determination seems supernatural in its existence. Unable to write out your own course in this tale, you stare in silence at the thing you’ve fought to control. The answer lies on the cover, but you were too quick and passed that by, forgetting the author and creating your own life. The empty book that holds you breathless, the title is you but you cannot write it. When you try to scribble in your own ideas, they come up short and shattered. The end is what you most fear, the pages creeping faster. Forced to make a decision, to choose the written or the end, you find your soul suspended between life and death. With a final cry of mercy from this tumult that you feel, you close the book and hand it back to the author, who waits beside you still. The moment his hands touch the book, freedom takes hold. Overwhelmed by this release, you find comfort with Him there. He opens up the book written with you in mind and you find the words so familiar, “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” Skipping through the pages, you find the words of God, full of life and vibrant; to read them feeds your soul. You understand their meaning. God is the Creator, He writes the book. This isn’t just the Bible. This is the full story from the beginning of time and throughout eternity. With another turn of a page you search it’s contents well for therein lies the pages from this Book of Life with your name engraved, not by your hand, only that which the author can write.

The Moment

The words, once so easily found, feel cold and lifeless resting on the tongue. To speak them out would only kill that which is right before you the moment they pass your lips. Your mind, so blank, searching for the mountains of thoughts that once clouded the skies are now lifeless and flat, removed and lost. The plan you thought would be so perfect, every step measured, all of the moments planned, they come up blank, the timeline broken, the formula erased. Waiting for this, you didn't expect the journey it would take. Your blank mind becomes an aggravated tumult of mixed up emotion and broken feelings. Your heart suspended, afraid of letting go, to keep it guarded seems the only wise thing to do. Your future resting in this heavy moment while the world watches as it moves by. Time doesn't stop. Time speeds by, reminding you of the eminent end that waits. How all of your life has led up to now and now is when you are forced to face the next part, it leaves you breathless and shaken. No one can live this for you. You cannot pass this by or turn away. The Just shall live by faith. Take a step of faith; the one you couldn't before.