Irony is a Funny Thing....

If only for a moment I could take a look through your eyes Then, maybe then I could see what you see Do you really see me the way I feel you do Just another pawn in your twisted game of life? A piece used to replace the emptiness That inhabits your body within Better to drag another spirit into the ground Than to get rid of the beast in whom you’ve found solace. Where you lead, they follow blindly As the broken spirit sits alone in the corner Silently and ashamed she cries herself to sleep As you, the assumed victor, begin to march. Ah, but alas, take not another step For the battle is itself still raging on The spirit arises once again to a brand new day With valiant face and an abundance of grace. For you see, inside of that very spirit which you seek to destroy Is an instrument seldom recognized by the untrained eye. Love. A love forever present and ever so abounding One not of its own accord but that of a King A love binding even those with the most unyielding of hearts A Love that dances and sings with those who are simply willing to accept. Love conquers all. And so this brings to question Will you take the road less traveled? No doubt it will at first seem to you unobtainable But this love, oh this love, is insurmountable Let not the beast derail this opportunity With unveiled face, surrender. Set free the spirit of the one you have entrapped As well as the one you’ve sought to bury inside. Love conquers all. A new dawn is breaking The self you’ve always known has disappeared No longer do you mask a counterfeit façade For the spirit to which you are called, found in this love, has finally come to be Love conquers all. So. Holy crap this pertains to my life right now more than ever. The craziest part of it all is that when I wrote it, I was picturing myself as the spirit being tormented, not the tormentor. No doubt I have been a tormented spirit. But there are things that I have in common with the tormentor. Now, I don't think (at least I hope not) that I have been dragging other people into the ground. What I am talking about is the fact that I myself have been masking all my life a counterfeit facade, without even realizing it. This, my friends, is truly one of the most painful realizations I have come to, but at the same time, the most necessary. I've burie things of my past so deep inside of me that I didn't even know they were a problem anymore. So I always wondered why I'd get in the moods that I would when, as far as I could see, everything was going fine. That's the problem really, fine. That's not a feeling, AT ALL. And that lack of feeling, I'm realizing, is that most dangerous thing of all. Since I generally try to leave advice rather than just talk about mt life, I would simply say this: Allow yourself, through the work of the Holy Spirit and friends dear to you, to become naked. That sounds weird but that is very literally what has to happen in order for the transformation to be complete. Take off the mask and face the ugly, that you might very literally become a new creation. This is one of the most crucial points I think I will ever make.