when did the rough edges of daily life begin to pierce the stillness that was in my soul?
when did the light of the sun stop being a revering light? now I hide away from its brightness, cowering under its heat.
when did the wind stop being a comfort that wraps around my body, reminding me You are all around?
when did the the rain become a thing to avoid and not to dance in? now it washes the earth like a violent storm, never the same as it used to be, but its glory still evident.
when did it get so hard to see You?
to behold You?
when did life get so harsh that it clouded the awe from within me?
how I miss it.
how I miss You, O Lord.
yet, You are still my heart, despite the dullness I might feel.
You are still my Life, even though I lose hope.
You are still God,
filled with splendour and majesty.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:55 PM UTC
when did the rough edges of daily life begin to pierce the stillness that was in my soul?
when did the light of the sun stop being a revering light? now I hide away from its brightness, cowering under its heat.
when did the wind stop being a comfort that wraps around my body, reminding me You are all around?
when did the the rain become a thing to avoid and not to dance in? now it washes the earth like a violent storm, never the same as it used to be, but its glory still evident.
when did it get so hard to see You?
to behold You?
when did life get so harsh that it clouded the awe from within me?
how I miss it.
how I miss You, O Lord.
yet, You are still my heart, despite the dullness I might feel.
You are still my Life, even though I lose hope.
You are still God,
filled with splendour and majesty.
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