Tuesday, December 15, 2015

The Truth Cries Out

Full of mystery, she cries out for the truth. Not just this once; but she has done it many times before. She has been lost for centuries; crying out day and night. Yes, a few get close and even touch her outer skirt; but never really realizing it is her. The truth cries out to us still.

Where has she been all these years and why have we not been able to find her? I wonder, like many who have longed for her. Could it be said our minds have been clouded by the things around us? Or, could it be we are not ready for her?

Wait! Was that a glimpse of her, I saw in the mirror; as I dressed myself with time.                                                                                                                                           
No! Casting back the echos of time, I assume it to be just a reflection of the chaos I had formed around me. Oh how I long for her; the strength of my salvation. Oh, how I long for the day, I look for her no more. For in that day, she will be found, I will see her clear as my days are long.

But I was not the only one that was looking for her. Could it be, that I needed to ask their help to finding her? Could it be, by working together, putting our differences aside; that when the truth cries out, we can follow her call? Shackled beneath this load, I prayed for guidance.