LIberate me God. I am tired and weary and have no love left to give, no joy left to give and I don't know what sins to forgive.
I'm alone, naked in the dark and I want to die. I thought you called me, didn't you call me, can this really be a calling; to give my all and then be despised, hunted, cannibalised?
They all took me and with their teeth of hatred and jealousy tore chunks of my flesh. I am Shylock's debtor, Hannibal's meal, Christ's cup and you spat me out.
I have nothing left.
But precious death. Let me go.
Please.
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