Next stop.....

I started posting this blog as a way of regurgitating some of the words that are swirling around in my head. I coil words together in somewhat of a cohesive semblance (I’d like to think), for my own edification. Nothing more. They help me appreciate the magic and the turmoil in this life. And in so doing, if I happen to leave an indelible mark on another soul, so be it.

If you sense my words are meant for you, then they probably are.

Some of us do not have the gift of verbalizing how we really feel about life as it passes us by. So, for those of us who can’t talk, we write. But it all comes out in the same wash at the end, doesn’t it?

We are all caught up in circumstance looking for a light through the crack. God sends His messengers. They wait at the Stations along the way so when we get off the train they are there to let us know that the fight is fixed. You‘re not listening. Not what you want to hear. So, without so much as a backward glance, you get back on the train, look out the window, only to see fast moving lights flicker past. You are in anticipation of the next stop hoping there will be a different message. There isn’t.

You live your life as if it were real. You believe the fetter cannot be broken so you just keep riding the train. There is nothing at the end of the line but darkness. The few sparks of light along the way are messengers trying to tell you what you need to hear.

Next stop: Bliss. If only you’ll just listen.
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