Father of the cosmos, if that's truly who You are, how can You stand by and allow the vulnerable to languish? Is Your grand design one where the weak are forged in the crucible of endless struggle against each other? Do You honestly believe that suffering imposed upon suffering breeds true strength, or merely deeper wounds?
Look at me, here, in the dead of night, ripped from sleep despite my body screaming for rest. What cruel whisper does my own subconscious carry from You that it jolts me awake like this? Why does nearly every facet of this existence You've granted feel like a trial, a burden I never asked for?
My mind is a relentless tormentor, a whirlwind of thoughts that lead nowhere, solve nothing. Don't dare speak to me of patience! Fifteen years I've endured this relentless internal battle. My speaking out now is not a testament to a lack of patience, but to its breaking point!
I can no longer reconcile Your supposed omniscience with this agonizing delay, this feeling of utter abandonment. If You know all, then surely You know me. So, is this neglect deliberate? Was my yearning for something different so inherently flawed that it warranted this silence, this void where a better plan should be? You speak of a divine order, a way things are meant to be? Then show me! Unravel the tapestry of what has become my reality based on my past desires. Let it all go, and let me finally glimpse this 'better plan' You supposedly hold. Let me face pain, yes, but let it be a pain with purpose, a lesson learned this time.
Will You finally answer? Will You finally act?
No comments:
Post a Comment