Tuesday, Tuesday…don’t know what to do.
Can’t write.
Can’t think.
Can’t get beyond the blue.
My life moves on, passing like a breeze.
I sit and feel my soul begin to freeze.
Life’s there, just waiting for me to seize the day.
I watch, unmoving, as time then sails away.
Take my hand.
Pull me up.
Help me to end my funk.
Remind me that:
I am not alone.
I am not alone.
I am part of something infinitely big, consuming, important, involving, and eternal.
I am part of the shared reality of all people in general and of some close people in particular.
I may be stubborn.
I may be inflexible.
I may be difficult to reach.
But I want to be reached.
I want to be flexed.
I want to be moved.
Please help me to move beyond my own fears.
My own shortcomings.
My own insecurities.
Please help me.
And I promise to help you.
