Answer Me

Where am I going?
Cells slowly disappearing !
Perception begins to fail
as my vision fades.
Pride has made me
Prisoner;
injecting me with anger,
beating me with
the self esteem
that I should never
have tossed to the floor
to wipe my feet on .
After all ,
how could I fall,
if I’m already down ?
My heartbeat increases uncontrollably
through what is left
of this body.
Breathing becomes difficult
as rage
crushes my lungs.
Soon a fog
of jealousy
clouds my mind ..
I hear
Footsteps ….
shrieks …..
The sound of Steel
sliding against Steel…
Silence is divided,
then interrupted.
Soon after
an unknown
hits the ground.
Terror fills my mind
as I wait…
But I feel a Warmth
as my lungs inflate
through a slowing pulse.
Still confused
I focus on The Light
which penetrates
my blurred vision
….slowly sharpening.
Longing to see my Savior,
I struggle to stand,
so thankful for mobility.
Am I alone?
Where are the bold
Eyes
to reveal
The Courageous Heart?
Are my Answers
in this Book
from where
The Light floods?

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Wrinkles In Communion

No yeast in the recipe as Wrinkles stretch across the Wafer; a continual reminder of my mistakes that have imprisoned me with their increasing weight. The Cup is quite heavy, though just a thimble full of juice. My watch “tisk, tisks” with each passing second …. Will I answer my heart’s question, “does Communion weigh more than what I’m carrying?”