In the abyss of my loneliness I try to unravel the tangled threads of my life.
The tapestry is like a puzzle with too many missing parts. Some areas are threadbare existing in solitude with no base of support.
I search my soul and find there but for the grace of God go I but for what purpose? Do I exist to serve or serve to exist? In this adventure called “Life” is it living to merely exist?
In a secret corner of my heart is a well of hurt and a well of love. I desire to draw from the very depth of the well of love and share to be fully “Alive.” To merely exist without love is to be as dead, to be stagnant.
But we live in a society that wears blinders to true love settling for instant gratification, coexisting out of fear of being alone. Or do we coexist out of fear of being alone with one’s own thoughts, with oneself?
If we as humans are superior beings why is it so difficult to exist in love?
We of times settle for mediocrity, bury our goals, our dreams, our talents,
merely existing day after day going nowhere, accomplishing nothing, on a treadmill, in a rut, fooling ourselves and living a lie.
Amidst all the chaos is there really a calm?
Make me an instrument of Love and Peace.
© Carolyn B. Hebert