A Wisp Confronts The Wind

I am a broken man. More than just a sinner, I am compromised. 

I have chosen poorly. And I have been unfairly restricted. 

And yet.

There is mystery overwhelming me. A penetrating love has enveloped my being. 

I am held firm. 

But my hands are trembling. And my feet hesitate. 

I see no path. 

And yet. 

I should be falling. (I revile the sensation--my insides convulse.) But I am stable. 

I cry out "Father!" into silence. The quiet buzzes between my ears. 

And yet. 

I am here.