Monday, July 11, 2011

Don't think I'm really dead.

So I just died tonight. I bared my chest and let myself be stabbed. I fell forward and could feel the blood flowing from me and engulfing me. The empty space left inside my chest pained as the cool air rushed in to fill the space. It's so hard to sleep when you die.

I was actually lying in bed after a hard phone call. If God made me a cryer, I would dehydrate myself with sorrow. It's not so much as what was said as what wasn't said.

Diversion tactics.

Defensive maneuvers.

I am not the enemy.

"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under [her] wings, but you were not willing!" Matthew 23:37

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

are you okay my friend?

Jonathan Dow said...

I'll live

Anonymous said...

You stay in my prayers.. As always.