In being unheard how does one exist? The soul drys up and shrinks and the mind has to process the cry and can’t.
Jesus, do you hear my cry? How does one exist in such loneliness of the soul; in such emptiness? Lord, take out of me that which needs to be uprooted. May your beauty surround me and strengthen my soul and bring it life once again. Walk with me on this lonely road, Lord. My companion. My friend.