I stopped, because I thought I couldn’t
What moves me?
What consumes me and pulls me
Away
My senses
Why do I ignore them?
Why do I pretend that I do not feel, I do not know and do not experience
While all along this is where
The Lord is taking me
To be
However, I am entrapped by my own preconceived notion of freedom
Entrapped, because it is my own
Free, because it no longer belongs to me
Am I truly free if I am consumed?
If I am being pulled away from what
I should be drawing near
Hidden in each of us
This desire
For the Divine
The presence of the vine
Compels the buds to grow and reach
To touch and to seek
So what about our senses?
Why do we fight it?
Why do we suppress it?
We are not confident in the vine
The Divine
We must allow ourselves to feel
To be sensitive
To His Holy Spirit
The Lord speaks.
I stopped, because I thought I couldn’t
I thought, therefore I can