I was dead, even when alive.
I lived, but lived for others,
Surrendered my soul,
I must have existed, but did I truly survive?
Denial? Busyness? Constant comparisons?
Are all good contenders,
(Do-goodness and perfection add)
In the throes of destruction.
But now I heal, trusting in God, the true hero —
there are no human barriers.
However, this truth,
The hustle continues,
Life should be sweet.
But instead, we struggle, by struth!
Mindfulness may be the key,
Cocktails of alcohol and drugs?
Or constant distractions and selfies?!
But Jesus trumps all these; seek Him, you'll see!
He is the life and resurrection,
He is our true peace and protection,
Our hope and life,
And should always be our concentration.
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