Angst

Today it is a struggle to get through each half hour

Hopeless and in a bind

Of my own making

and by what has been allowed to attack

Theology is being refined

no preaching can help

alone I must be

Not that I have been left alone

Quite the opposite

It is a time of my reckoning

A blast furnace to my notions of truth

of life

of faith

What are we doing here?

What am I doing here?

What is life?

Enchanted universe ?

Or trapped in a cold, hard world.

Maybe both

So hard to deal with expectations

I have allowed to define me.

Love

Love is all I can trust

Love is not what I thought it was

I don't know love

Does it know me?