How weary the darkness becomes! As I recall the days and nights spent in seeking pleasure and my own way they are marked by a growing darkness.
It creeps on us slowly at first. Only the hint of bad weather. But as we complacently partake, it wraps us in a comfortable embrace.
And time goes by.
There is no need for chains. Time simply compounds the weight of the cloud that muddies our perception, devours our morals and stretches us into a tenuous thread of self-centered emotion.
We break slowly but hopefully.
And in coming to during precious moments of clarity the light is shocking, the realization of our fall staggering. What a gift it is to turn from that domain and with his help begin to trudge into the light once more.
God, grant me the patience to pursue you today and the peace to walk away from the darkness that lunges after me.
