Dear Lord

Dear Lord,

You're the only one who makes me a better person. My wholeness is you. Lately, I've been feeling as if I'm inside a cage. Doing things I needed to do. Like a zombie or a lab mouse of sorts. I'm not unhappy but a certain anxious seed is slowly taking root. "What do I want to do?" --is sometimes--no--most of the time, answered vaguely. I'm not even sure if it is the right question. To rephrase this and direct it to a being more powerful than my conscious (?) self: "What do you want to do, risen Christ inside of me?"

I don't want to live like a lab mouse in drugs, dreaming but not knowing, and living without introspection, Christ breathe, live in me. Amen.