For a moment...

The last time I was up here, I began typing out a poem that started like this:

You would think I’m a new Christian the way I’m acting.
But question:
When your hopes feel crushed in and externally,
how do you really view eternity?
You almost don’t, taking it step by step
Breath by breath,
Almost acting like God’s Holy Spirit is really a ghost cuz you can’t seem to feel it…

And then E called me. I was easing off of "upset and frustrated" when I began to go into drive and write this. It seems that it's in my minor and major "dark" moments that I write with God inevitably flippin the entire script at the end... dropping a twist of spiritual Words within the road of verbs, nouns, and imagery. But, for now, that's the essence of that poem. We'll see how it goes and where it goes...

... it just might be at the end of a fast about to go on.

*Disney World*