Clouds

"Oh Lord, why did you forsake me?
Oh Lord, don't be far away, away.
Storm clouds gathering beside me.
Please Lord, don't look the other way.
...The shadow proves the sunshine..."

Why is it that on the sunny days we notice the clouds that hang over our heads?
Then all of a sudden we feel the rain pouring down. We try to bounce back like nothing's hit us, but the puddles only deepen. Our wounds just fester. We convince ourselves, "we're okay." But then, we're always just "okay."

Shouldn't there be a world that's closer than dreams? It seems the things we seek are always at a distance, down a rocky path or high a-top a steep mountain. God, do you enjoy watching us climb? Why are the things that we dream of never within our grasp? We're always searching. Always searching for something that's already within our reach. Funny the way that is. All we need to do is lift up our eyes. All we need is to surrender.

At some point, we will realize that through indescribable happiness, as well as extreme pain, only one thing matters, and that is what we keep our focus on. Stumbles are part of the journey.

Clouds don't last forever.