what do you do when it seems faith is just too little?

with knees sore from the weight of too much commiseration.

when all the words appropriate no longer suffice.

what then?

 

much easier to carry the burden of your own misfortune,

than that of someone stumbling across your highway.

no matter the depth of compassion –

the diligence of prayer –

you just can’t find it in yourself to conquer their demons.

 

i suppose that part of the equation

was written by hands attached to hearts broken.

 

created in His image,

we struggle to just allow.

perhaps that is the reason for their discontent.

not so much to challenge them into submission –

rather to create within the stubborn of our nature

the desire to be more the vessel –

less the owner of the light…