A season comes in everybody’s life. The season that lasts a lifetime. Over time maybe it becomes so much a part of you don’t even realize it the way you did once. But the season is deep there in you. In the middle of nowhere I don’t feel directionless as such. The world goes dark or maybe suddenly very bright. I don’t seem to be part of it. And, there is somewhere where I belong..
It is like this. If I stand atop a rock and waves try to knock me off and drown me..I don’t panic anymore. The rock doesn’t hold me, the waves can wash me off, but they cannot quite touch me..
He doesn’t have to hold my hand everytime to lead the way..yet, alone as I cut through people he leads the way for me. I look at people in their eye and there is this season in my eyes.
It is like this. If I stand atop a rock and waves try to knock me off and drown me..I don’t panic anymore. The rock doesn’t hold me, the waves can wash me off, but they cannot quite touch me..
He doesn’t have to hold my hand everytime to lead the way..yet, alone as I cut through people he leads the way for me. I look at people in their eye and there is this season in my eyes.
1 comment:
wow..a perennial season metaphorising your emotional high! nice way of putting it...
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