nathanael.ink

I thirst like a thick sapping bark which withers in the dryness of air, and the dryness of soil.

I have existed in moments. I want to exist forever.

I have tasted and I have thirst for wholesome things. I want to taste all the time.

I am sure there is a way, a way which I am sure I am discovering, which I am sure He is showing me. but how can I succeed. when I cannot even hurdle the few things I see set in front of me.. as if I think I see all of them, believing that if I were to reach the end of what I see that it would all be through.. but it is not this way. more is to come. but yet I manage and gauge the path ahead and the steps I take as if I had the ability to plan out my whole life journey.

I want to run. I want to sprint toward infinite, a finish line coming with no predictability. I will not worry of what is left to learn. I will actually believe He is endless. I will actually believe He will show me more as I come. as I remove each evil from my life, my eyes He will open to better things.

while I hate those which He hates.. yet I have forgotten my first Love..

I will be penetrated, my heart has no shell.