"When I think of Heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
and all other instruments of faith and sex and God
in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more".
I feel lately as if my faith is being tested.
The Bible says "Give and ye shall receive"
But lately it seems as if all I do is give and give.
I don't want to sound like a complainer but I spend 99% of my time doing for others while all the while my needs fail to be met.
Sometimes I feel like giving up. Packing up a back pack and hitting the road for parts unknown. But then the guilt takes hold and I just continue on with the same old day to day drudgery. Maybe if I get a part in the play that I am planning to audition for I will feel better, I don't know.
"When I think of Heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in
the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to bleed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more."
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If you're being tested, I hope you pass the test. I feel you will. I find I'm somehow looking to you to make it through, which helps me carry on. That's putting a lot on you, though. Don't mean to do that. Just want you to know you do have supporters, for what it's worth. Your strength carries over to me. I haven't blogged much lately but I've got my time and energy back and hope to start it up again today. Hang in there, bud.
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