Please don't let me fall.

Let me tell you. Let me tell you. Someone must. Someone must.
Sunset, past sunset, where the stars become brighter, the planets radiate, and the world above is pitch. Atop the mountainside where the tall grass shifts in the breeze. The warm cool breeze of the night. Valleys pouring out before you and other mountains rising above them. Alone again? Alone still? This devastating lingering time of loneliness. But no, oh no. Not alone. Our own blindness shutting our eyes. Our own fears keeping us away from Him. Why can't we ever learn.
Defeating a fear isn't about facing it....not entirely. No, it's about recognizing it, accepting it, and repenting of it....turning it over to Him. These mountains, these towering fears we all climb....climb until they are under our feet.
"Lord?" She asks, or says...perhaps another day where He doesn't speak.
"I'm here." He says. Oh the relief of that voice....how long has it been...even a moment is too long, much too long. That beautiful voice.
"Will you carry me through?" She asked this, knowing she couldn't ever take another step on her own.
He gazes at her, she's sure there will be a yes....but He doesn't miss a beat. "No." He says ever so gently.
Oh how odd it is that she already knows what He means with one word....for she knows she is old enough to walk.
"But I will walk with you." He says as He takes hold of her hand. "We can climb together, side by side, until the mountains are under out feet and we are above the clouds."
Utterly beautiful He is. And we are never alone.
Always searching for answers she is...and so she asks another, before drifting off back to the world of the sleeping life. "I should write more, shouldn't I?" for its been a long time since something had been written.
He knelt down and faced her. "Write about me. Write about the stars....and about the one who holds them." He took her hands in His and cupped them. They were filled with the heavens, and the earth, and the life, and the love. How could we ever be alone.

Yay stories! Very beautiful stories if I do say so myself.
Let's play a defining game... Mountains=fear. Clouds=confusion. Stars=souls. Earth=your body, just fyi.

I'm actually hesitant to write about things that happen anymore. Here in this sleeping life. I really don't think anyone cares anyway. I'm rather forced into a predicament of just suffering in silence. And it's ok really. This sadness and loneliness and stress. It too will pass. Another season will rise, and maybe as the leaves die off, so will these crumbling times. Oh, but beyond the needs of the forefront, there's still this crazy joy....and this is where I'll dwell, until the sun shines again.

Well, it's late, I'm going to bed and hope this pain stops. Always hoping it stops.

Many leaves, one tree... that's what I always say. :) though I think I might be one of the first to fall :(