The Sojourner

I’m running to meet You at the willow tree.

To feel the warmth of Your arms wrapped around mine.

The chill of the breeze, goose bumps rippling across my skin.

I know I promised to meet you sooner, but what can I say?

I was distracted.

Distracted by the addiction of numbing myself.

Suppressing all feelings, all emotions, all pain.

Drugs aren’t the only escape from reality.

It is just as easy through books, dreams, movies, lies, and silence.

I don’t want to feel any longer, even if it’s Your love.

You promise me it’s unconditional, but how can I fathom that?

The love I know is temperamental.

It must be earned.

I am unworthy to ever feel a love like Yours.

To experience true peace.

I need to feel the chaos, because is it not what I deserve?

I’m racing to meet you at the willow tree.

I need to rest at Your feet.

May your arms wrap around mine

Silencing the thoughts that petrify my mind.

You sang a song of peace over me.

When I met You at the willow tree.