head pounds with caffeine nightmares as the words materialize onto the static of the window to the technological galaxy:
a kaleidoscopic milky way of photographs
and videos
and articles
and thoughts
and opinions
and posts
and likes
and comments
and heartbreaks
and loneliness
and depression
and emptiness
and the absence of the knowledge of the One who gives the life that we so desperately search for in the vastness of empty caverns
called Instagram and Facebook and Twitter
and now it’s deeper
and deeper
and blacker
and the hunt makes us the hunted
as we realize we have no one and nothing
because the Someone and the Something is in a place we refuse to go to
because our hearts refuse to believe that there is a greater beyond than the great beyond that the world tells us is the greatest beyond we could ever want
but the holy reality screams that the great beyond of the world is no more than a slum of cubic zirconium
and false gilds
and counterfeit dreams that ensnare us and chain us to the mortality of this place
because happiness is only happiness if everyone else says it is happiness
but we feel the searing truth that the happiness we are served is the saddest happiness we’ve ever tasted;
and then there He is and
He’s reaching down and
He’s reaching down and
He’s reaching down
into the muck that we are paralyzed in and
He pulls us up because we just collapse in on ourselves and
He takes the ash and the sackcloth and
He rips it off of us and we lie there naked as we see ourselves for what we really are and
this truth that we finally cast our eyes upon shows us the nude disaster that we have become but
the vision is blurred and then it blacks out and
from this blackness emerges a light breaking forth like the dawn and
the beauty and the splendor and the glory that is the One and
the One cleanses with a crimson love that drowns out the filth
layer after
layer after
layer after
layer and
it’s there that the old passes away and is eclipsed by this new that we have been recreated into and
—behold—
the nakedness is replaced and it’s robes and rings and gold and crowns and freedom and love that shatters shackles and crucifies flesh and
we see that the One is the Father
is the Son
is the Ghost
is the King
is the Prince
is the Lion
is the Lamb
is the Truth
is the Light
is the Everlasting
is the Alpha
is the Omega
is the Savior
is the Resurrection
is the Sovereign over life and
suddenly that milky way that endless sea of false culture with which the great deceiver has blinded us for eons
no longer rules our lives as we pledge our allegiance to the purity of that Divine Romance and
we cry out by the Ghost Abba Father and
we step out into an eternity of glorious and inescapable light with Him when
the ending becomes the beginning
