Bereft

It seems a change has now occurred

'cause sound and sight annoy my soul.

To write now seems to be absurd.

I wonder what can be the goal?

I want to go to bed and sleep.

Yet sleep brings dreams that feel like hell.

I say okay to God and yet

He tells me nothing, so I yell

at all the craziness of this.

Has nature shifted into the bliss

of doing nothing and being no where.

Without my body, am I holy air?

I look below. What do I see?

No reason to be here. No me.

My eye sight's going. My ears hate sound.

Help Holy Spirit I need to be found.

I feel bereft.

Janet Spiller

8 minute writing exercise

Good Friday

April 14^th, 2017