Moths On Fire

We are lost

Wander not but be still, for as we are lost, we need to think things deeply.

Are we going right? or left?

We are here amidst the forest of wild animals. We are to cross the ocean.

It is just a matter of being courageous in carrying all the difficulties until the end. We will be there soon.

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Time is carrying us to the end. We are either working in relevance to it, being mindful. But some are going to the "flow", unsure of where to be in the end.

I am unsure myself. 

But I am trying to be mindful.

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My eyes wanders in the sea that I am about to cross. The horizon stretches far beyond my capability to see. It is fearful. It looks not safe. It cannot be like this. Where are the other ways?

So I seek, and found a boat in the shore, thinking of its ability to sustain me as I travel. It was a small wood that seemed unused for many years. It has molds and dirt all over. It was a waste. There is no other way to leave the island.

How can I live for the next days?

I am lost. I have no one but myself. But I have my angel with me. And with his presence is the Lord. What shall I fear?

The invisible is difficult to lean on. But it was made known to me by experience that the visible is not stable. Therefore faith is the key.

Where is my key?

For I can leave the island by holding alone the key and unlocking a better future. That's what I didn't see. That I have the way out inside me. But I kept on looking outside.

Perhaps, I wasn't lost. Perhaps, I was just seeking alternatives, when I know the right road. That's me. I kept on wanting the truth and the right way, but eventually, I seek the other way, because I trust my own understanding.

But I am a fool. Because I am never a reliable source. I am all way incapable unless helped.

Whom shall I lean on?

Who art my friend? Where are my enemies?

I am not free. But I am freed. Because I kept trying to be lost when I am already found. I just know that I can escape. 

My fall made me know the way. The weakness became the fountain of strength.

I am blind. How could I be?

I am foolish. So terribly.

Let me see the way. Illumine me. Because, I hope in You, in You alone in this agony.

Pslam 25:4

Make me know Your ways, O LORD; Teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, For You are the God of my salvation; For You I wait all the day.