I had this thought this morning when Jay and I were driving to work. I feel like an island. an Island of a women ... floating in the vast ocean of life, my water is calm, kind of murky, it's slightly overcast -- and through the breezes of this world I hear my friends crying. My friends hurting, dreaming, getting angry, upset, plodding through life, trying. and I float, unable to gain any direction towards them by wind or rope, I offer up prayers that seem so insignificant, so small, they breathe out, and get caught on a breeze and drift away from me, as I watch them, wanting them to find their rest, in the hearts of their hearers ... but I feel like the only one who can hear them is me What can I do and what is left -- I keep floating, knowing at least He hears, hoping that he can transfer what I can't, into movement, momentum and release.
