Have you ever experienced the mourning of your own presence.
Have you ever been doing so many things.
Serving so many purposes, fulfilling so many duties…
That one day you just stop and mourn.
A life so full of greatness.
Accomplishments, To Do Lists completed, Friendships fulfilled.
Yet inside you feel this aching that just yearns for you.
Wants to be with you.
To do nothing with you.
To whisper secrets in your ear.
To stroke colors of paint with you.
To dance with you.
To laugh with you.
To cry with you.
Mourning for your very own presence. Mourning for that heart of yours that you give and give.
To everything and everyone but your very own soul.
My soul screams sometimes so loud that it tears my strength from me.
Brings me to my knees.
When I stop… I hear these words, “I know you’re busy. But I want to spend some time with you too.”

I surrender to you my sweet soul, what is it you need to say?