…perhaps.
I’m tired of groping in the darkness of Your shadow.
So, I sit with crossed legs and wait for You to turn around,
to let Your face shine upon me.
“Follow me” You said, and I did.
You never stop.
You never rest even though I grow tired.
Your stride is too great and I feel that I have to run at times.
So, I’m tired.
Your shadow is shade to me,
but I’m alway having to shift to stay covered.
“Take up your mat and walk” You say from somewhere far ahead.
The darkness of Your shadow advances, taking Your shade and exposing me.
(You never stop.)
I feel the heat return.
And the thirst.
What choice do I have…really?
“You have the words of Life.”
I’m tired from groping in the darkness of Your shadow…
