Passionate Purpose

My blood boils, it burns, blazing away inside of my veins.
Coursing its way through my arteries into every part of me.
There is a raging passion in my soul, and it scares me more than anything else.
I am either passionately angry, or just so as joyful.
Completely depressed, or absolutely frantic.
There is no room for passive feelings with such a raging soul.
I feel that I will never stop, never slow down.
Fighting my way through life,
Kicking and screaming and digging my heels into the earth,
Trying so desperately to hold on to the feeble sand of time.
But though I fight, though I never stop fighting,
I know my God won't stop fighting either.
We will fight, hand in hand, until the end of my days.
I have tried it before, to live a shallow and comfortable life,
It was nearly the death of me.
I look at those around me, those who drop only leaves into the river.
Never looking twice, never caring to do so.
I live my life, immersed in the deepest part of the ocean, struggling to swim,
And holding on to the only thing I know will keep me alive, that keeps me fighting.
They blindly splash in their shallow puddles,
Never going deep enough to have to learn to swim,
Never going deep enough to need a savior.
I was placed here with a burning fire,
And I will burn burn burn until the moment I draw my final breath.
I live to place a spark in the minds of the mindless;
The souls of the careless and the comfort-numb.
And I will do so until my Lord commands me otherwise.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Great imagery in a very devout write of our struggles to live into God's call.