It’s a cold winter morning; Christmas has come and goneAnd I find myself in the stillness of a time without papers, exams, or readingsIn the stillness and solitude of my bedroom, I settle crosslegged in the center of my bedMy parched soul thirsty for time and space to reflect, to breathe, and to be with…
I awaken in a cold sweat.It's the middle of the night, and my heart is racing.The darkness of the night feels heavy, suffocating.God feels impossibly far from me.Or rather, I feel impossibly far from God.Fear devours my mind.I wrestle with consciousness, longing for the relief of sleep.A reprieve from the darkness that has consumed my…
Paramutheomai 