I had a lot on my plate that day. I’d chosen a seat in the student center so I could drink some coffee while I worked, and I was hoping I could avoid people long enough to get some work done. Typically, however, such attempts were unsuccessful, and that day was no exception.
James left us with some frightening thoughts.
For years, I’ve fought against the urge to place too much weight upon the next thing. The next thing may not be clearly defined, of course–it rarely is. But nonetheless, I catch myself looking ahead, dreaming of what might be. All the while, I steadily lose sight of my present responsibilities.
I am alone,
No one beside me ‘fore the throne.
All come and go,
And so I turn my heart to stone
And stay alone.
I am alone.
Emotion seems a worthy price.
Just let it go,
Embrace the noble sacrifice.
And yet, I feel.
I am alone, and incomplete.
And as I go,
I long to hear some other feet.
I want to feel.
I do not see
How these desires can e’er be met,
But I will go
And pray for faith to never fret
Till I can see.
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A wise, old man once made the famous statement, “With great power comes great responsibility.”