That is the story of our lives: helplessly, hopelessly pushing and pulling, squeezing and stretching, kneeding and needing this thing we call time.
We try to stretch out moments try to cover the hole in our hearts.
We try to squeeze an hour of pain into the time it takes to down some pills.
We try to cram a day of bordom into 1000 bite size bits of commercials, sound-bytes, images, and IMs; thinking that it will seem smaller if we chop it up.
We try to fit our lives in the space between tomorrow and the grave.
Why can't we just leave it alone?
We try to stretch out moments try to cover the hole in our hearts.
We try to squeeze an hour of pain into the time it takes to down some pills.
We try to cram a day of bordom into 1000 bite size bits of commercials, sound-bytes, images, and IMs; thinking that it will seem smaller if we chop it up.
We try to fit our lives in the space between tomorrow and the grave.
Why can't we just leave it alone?
posted by Stejahen at 12:24 AM
2 Comments:
hmmm...
another good one.
Stephen, I think the hole in most people's hearts is a God shaped one. Everyone needs God, but some people, constrained by sin, reject Him because He calls them to repentance. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but I will say that I don't think that "leaving it alone" is possible, or that it would be the right thing to do even if it were.
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