Shipwreck

Another week has flown by in a flurry. A mixed bag of tears, pain, setbacks, bewilderment, healings and triumphs that makes days stretch into weeks and weeks feel like months.

My feet haven't taken me places I don't usually go. It has been largely the same: office, crema, church, home. But my heart has treaded waters this week, sunk low and swum far - hit hidden rocks and washed up onto foreign shores.

I've looked at my bruised elbows and gritty hands. But wanderers who are tired and spent really can't give a damn. They collapse. In no man's land.

I've lost my scent. I'm not sure how to get back to base camp. My lids are too heavy, there's no more frenzy, no more neural hyperactivity.

But while I sleep, may He reach down to soothe me and mend me. And when I awake, may my eyes be bright enough to catch a glimpse of a new reality.