Right now I dont feel incredible.
I dont feel like a comet streaking
Across the sky, or like long walks
At three am, or like the ocean.
I dont feel like pretty dresses
And sunsets and laughter.
I dont feel much of anything,
Even though im standing outside
And its winter, and its cold.
I can feel the wind burning my skin.
But I dont move towards warmth.
I stand here. Shivering. Silent.
Not crying. Just staring into the sky.
Knowing that God is listening
To my silence, and I gaze back
Into His quiet eyes and wonder. . .
Just wonder. . .