In the Empty
The boxes
are packed,
The couches
are gone.
The house
echoes
And it’s so
quiet...
In the empty
of this house,
In the
aloneness of my thoughts
And in the
quiet
I find
myself seeking.
Seeking noise.
Seeking
hope.
Seeking
peace.
Seeking
something…
Seeking
sanctuary in the messiness.
Rest for my
weariness.
Peace when I’m frazzled.
And hope for those crazy moments.
This castle
that I built here.
Those
scattered hopes,
Those
brilliant (I’m sure) ideas
And crazy
times…
All written
away into the pages of history.
A new page
has been turned.
A new life
to be lived.
And old
traditions to be upheld.
New
questions to be asked,
New
ideas to be thought.
A new world
to be explored,
And old
habits to replace.
But in the
empty of these halls,
In the
echoes of this corridor,
In the
pounding noiselessness of the place I once called home
In the screaming silence of this mansion.
I know that
letting go…
Letting go
of my small claim on this world,
Letting go
of what I had my castle in the sky built to
And giving
into surrender…
Letting go
of what I know,
Letting go
of what I thought my life would bring,
And stepping
into the unknown.
The great
unknown…
But He is
standing there,
Standing in
the unknown…
Waiting and
watching me.
Holding me.
He sees me
sitting there,
In my empty
mansion,
He here.
He is guarding me through these trials.
He is the way through the storm,
And the filling for the empty.
He is the hope when I see none,
And in that, I will put my trust.
He is the way through the storm,
And the filling for the empty.
He is the hope when I see none,
And in that, I will put my trust.
