The musings of a mind bent by mental illness and grounded in faith:
"My mind and my body may fail; but God Is the rock for my mind and my portion forever."
Empty my Hands, Tenth Avenue North
Sunday, July 22, 2012
An End to Meaning
shortsighted delivery. Images beckon and compel. I'm going to hell, dripping off the face of the sane, inane world into a land of shadows and shrieks. Oh God, hold your daughter, save from the ravages of a brain askew. Hell here and now.
I would tell you; but I can't.
I would bring you - but oh, you'd run.
I would show you, but you would squint your eyes
....blinded by sheer brilliant insanity.