Footprints

I sit with my head in my hands. It’s as if my mind is filling with a darkness I can’t speak of. Here I am reminiscing everything that is taking place. I am walking without legs. I am breathing with out lungs. I am living without heart. It’s as if I am continuing in this dark place reaching for nail scared hands extended, but all I grasp is empty space. Nothing is there. My soul cries out. I scream within myself. It’s has if I’m in a cage. I feel I am walking through the Valley of the shadow of death without the guide of your staff, I can’t see the comfort of your rod. I scream within myself. All I beg for is your hand to hold. But I am alone.

I hear a heart beat. It won’t go away.

This heartbeat is not mine. This breath is the breath of life. There is evidence of movement, but it is not of my own. Carried in the arms of grace, I am carried in the arms of grace.