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March 18, 2001
Lost
lost, seeking direction in an unknown realm ineffective in my forgotten backwater even fervent desire has been quenched unlikely to ever bloom again as far as can be seen would that the heavens would speak forth the answer to the emptiness within, to my eternal weeping “Why!” what mistake had I made, what task left undone in which duty did I err to be thrown aside so far as to not be able to even think of return isolated by all once held so dear, untouched yet needing to be touched as never before alone as I’ve never been, unbelieving the sensation had heard but never felt or known the terror of losing the fire, of losing the desire, of losing everything, the tremendous gift once held so close removed by the Giver as from a wayward child or so it seems to me, voiceless yet filled with words unable to sing for joy yet needing to praise would a mediator could be found to bandage wounds that linger still and restore the unity so sharply sundered would the damage be undone and life continue as it should, in joyful service to Heaven’s King Earth’s creator and my Lord would that life return to this barren land that again its value could be known oh Lord my God I am forsaken and alone what once I loved I fear I now despise there can be no going back without you yet you hold me here where I am useless even David returned after twice thrown over your chosen to the end in spite of fickle favour I remain in terror of they who removed me unaware the pain and uncaring Lord God it’s been a year without a word if they had cared would they not have spoken now they prove they do not care did they never and if never have I really done a thing for You oh God restore me ‘ere I die and leave your work undone I stand in terror that I have failed, am failing deserting the highest call, but alone and forgotten what else is there to do, I have no strength no desire to the task, the burning flame extinguished but a year, has even lost the ember what once had hope of life is dead and on the rubbish heap
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