Thursday, April 2, 2015
The Quest is Lonely, The Trial is Enormous
I am reluctant to give up my quest.
I have pursued it for 51 years, breathlessly at times, painfully quite often. And I've never reached my desired quest's end. My cheeks are shallow, my body is emaciated. I can barely stand without shaking, and my vision is that of a much older man. Should a beast choose to fight me, should a temptation offer itself, I cannot see how I might be able to defend myself. Going without that which strengthens me is the recipe for failure.
So I continue on, knowing I might fall, I might fail...
"but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint."