The Silence of a Lost Language

I find myself struggling to find the words,

To write, to think, to speak, plainly.

Sentences shredded, frayed in the wind.

The weight of loneliness bears a heavy burden,

Yet I know I am not alone anymore.

Do you know what it is like to mourn,

The death of someone who still lives?

It is a terrible sorrow still borne with grief

Where silent screams pierce the heart.

Some tears run for ages without drying.

What makes this even more troubling is

That we are not all going to the same place.

Our nature damns us, His sacrifice saves us.

Did you know there is Good News of Truth,

A way, and the Life beyond death?

Have you not looked into the depths and

The mire of your soul without God?

Have you ever asked why we resist?

We are spiritually sick with suffering,

Death, and destruction.

It’s not meant to be like this…

Do you know what it is like to feel,

The death of a soul dying eternally,

In Hell where the ground of being

Burns with unrelenting anguish,

And misery.

Relative truths do not wake us up from illusion,

Lingering deception and sleepless dreams,

Nightmares veiled in fantasy and folly.

I struggle to continue sounding the alarm,

As I watch humanity dance toward death.

We lie, we cheat, we steal, we kill.

WE SIN.

Still, have you not considered the alternative?

To turn against the very nature of your being,

And sacrifice the self and its identity,

The act of repentance and the grace

To know a God so good it hurts,

He is holy, merciful, compassionate,

And…

No eye has seen, no ear has heard,

No one can imagine the good things

God has planned for those who love

Him.