Dear Jesus,
You are everything good, and everything I need. The real nutmeat. The presence without which everything would fall apart.
I want to say yes to You, but I feel myself aloof, guarded, wanting guarantees. What next?! Could you convince me I'm mistaken? I'm having nightmares as it is. Particle and wave.
Please show me my dreams. Could I live in one place? Home is so dear, but now and then the sound of my own chewing drives me mad. I have to be cut open and stretched apart to be useful and not rot, now that I am dead finally. The seed has to split for the new tree.
You are everything good, and everything I need. The real nutmeat. The presence without which everything would fall apart.
I want to say yes to You, but I feel myself aloof, guarded, wanting guarantees. What next?! Could you convince me I'm mistaken? I'm having nightmares as it is. Particle and wave.
Please show me my dreams. Could I live in one place? Home is so dear, but now and then the sound of my own chewing drives me mad. I have to be cut open and stretched apart to be useful and not rot, now that I am dead finally. The seed has to split for the new tree.
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