I have drifted. Again. It is as if my heart has collapsed for a moment. A long moment, sure as heaven I'm not feeling clearly. I can think marvellously, but my heart- oh, me. This is strange. It is not a bad state from the looks of things. . .I mean, I'm utterly fine.
But that's just it. I'm fine. I don't want to be fine, I want to be an extreme. I don't want to 'fit' into this apathetic suburbia-scape. I want to be head-over-heels in awestruck love for God, or deeply angered; enough to know the release of forgiveness when- if- I accept or receive it. I want to be wracked with sadness, just to grasp the peace that would wash over me like a cool wind off the ocean. I don't want 'fine'. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. . .and I suppose, in a funny way, I want sin so that I can understand glory. I have an insatiable appetite for 'everything'. I want to swallow it whole. I want to be rich in soul-filling growth and goodness.
Perhaps that is it.
Perhaps I am poor in spirit.
Yes, I suppose that is me.
Oh, look. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." (Matthew 5:3) What hope. Certainly, though, we can be poor in spirit and not do anything worthy about it? Perhaps the kind of 'poor in spirit' that Jesus promises to reward is the kind that starts with the emptiness, but continues with the search-- the search for God.
I don't want fine. I want God.