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There is a void.
My own personal God-shaped hole that whispers of hopes lost and promises seemingly unseen.
There is a place within that is lacking, dark and lonely where all should have been light and hope and movement.
The warmth of love created and love lost mingles in the mix of a nothingness that is so barren, it is like a dessert isle where the oasis dream is only a mirage and the hope of the future is left wanting.
Where there is nothing, there is a piece of me that has died. That mourns over the vastness of my inadequacy and is haunted by the sensations that will never be.
No tiny heartbeat to pace itself quickly through the blood of my blood.
No fingerprint formed in the depth of this space where all is meant to be fruitful. Where the miracle of God’s greatest gift is meant to thrive and form. Days known. Tears counted.
Yet there is nothing, and in turn, so much has taken that space.
Oh the longing. Long after the days have passed an all seems well. Long after the mourning is over and the day has broken, the longing strikes like a thief in the night-barring his sword of distress and raking over the coals of my brokenness. Bringing it all to the surface, the pain searing and calling, wounding the heart and stinging my eyes.
Where there is nothing, hope cannot find root and grow. Where there is nothing, strength is tested and faith is pursued and found either in favor or wanting.
Some days, all there is to feel is nothing, wrapping his arms around you like the coldness of night and the darkness of dreams.
And some days there is peace. And these are the days to live for.