Chapel - 10/29/08

I know that I desire the same as you, a returning of those most closest. Those closest to me, and wholly known by you. Yet they have turned away, wanting nothing to do with you. It breaks my heart, as I am sure it breaks yours. But your timing is not my own, and I don’t know if I can accept that now. I’m tired of waiting, tired of them pretending, tired of them ignoring and missing the one thing that they need. You. If I die to myself, you say that I will live through you. But what if I sacrifice for them? What good has come of that? What will ever come about through it? Yet all I can do is pray, for it truly is the only thing that works. Yet how long, O Lord, how long must I anguish over them? What else can I do? I’ve now given up hope. Hope for their return, and I want nothing to do with them. All I can do is hope… and pray that someone else can do it. For I no longer believe that I can. Have I even done all I can? Or am I throwing in the towel too early? Please! Show me what else I can do. Give me hope for them again. Bring us back to that relationship that we shared, back when we were children. That place where we were like one. In the days of our childhood when all seemed right. We could be together, enjoy each others company, and even laugh together. No more though; no longer is it enjoyable. Instead of laughter, we find discord. Words thrown back and forth like a ship amongst the waves. Two different forces colliding, and breaking apart those caught in the middle. They say our strength is in our numbers, and that the family is the most important thing. Have you forgotten this about our people? How can you allow yourselves to slowly tear apart those 7 that are closest to you. Do you not see the effects, or do you. Is there something your afraid of, something your hiding, that you don’t want to deal with that brings this out of you? Please, let us know. Not for our sake, but for yours. So that you can come back to Him, and eventually, to us.

Reviews

[Dan Hiland]

Lots of emotion here, as well as a religious undercurrent. There's a wish for the return of something lost long ago- innocence, maybe. But the piece is too vague. I don't have a very clear picture of "them."
For that matter, a more complete picture of the narrator would help, too. It sounds like a prophet or a shepherd or- dare I say it?- a god.

I would like to comment further, but I need more to go on. If you develop this more, I will return to check it out.

Thanks for sharing.