Sometimes I just don't know...

Psalm 112

"Praise the Lord!
How joyful are those who fear the Lord
and delight in obeying his commands."

"The wicked will see this and be infuriated.
They will grind their teeth in anger;
they will slink away, their hopes thwarted."
-Psalm 112:1,10


Fear...respect...love...cherish...so many thoughts about You...so many things...thoughts, contemplations...I'm not sure.

So many things I do not know...and just...

I need you.
So much.
I miss you.
I love you.
I need you.

I want to feel your presence, feel it in such a vivid and real manner that I can just let go...let go and be in your arms...fall in love again...and more than emotion feel your strength, the infinite nature of you that shakes me to the core and reminds me I am yours.

I just...I'm here.
Things have shifted and I am so confused and afloat...and I just want to know you more. I want to love you. I want to be loved by you.

Have I said the same words over and over enough?
This all feels so fake...I feel fake.
I just need you.

Hope

I just want to run into your arms.
Run there and hide from the world.
Everything is fleeting
and everything is passing
soon this age will be no more.

Daddy I need your love,
Father be my Father
and watch over me.

The day is coming soon
when this will be no more
and all I can do is hope
and wait.
Looking off into eternity from this dock
as I watch the waves of time
roll in and out.

Hoping, waiting,
just holding on while looking
and anticipating
for the climax of love.
Seagulls overhead
as the wind blows from the West
carrying sweet smells of life.
Divine love,
redemption for creation
and a world without end.
Hope, never ending hope.

So far, so good, or so they say from mission control,
The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul.
The rockets burn as servos click and turn,
and fall into their place.
Robots can't cry,
don't laugh,
can't die,
In the darkness of space.
He is strong, made of steel with the graphite lining,
Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying.

Space Robot 5,
Is he alive?
So very alone,
So far from home.

Three strands of wire,
Threefold the tie that binds.
She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines.
To his heart she was life,
So he prays to his Maker with a sigh,
As his fire sputters out,
Because robots never cry.
-Brave Saint Saturn, "Space Robot 5"