Wake up, little child. Dress your wounds, touch the sun. A new day has begun. But in her heart, there is nothing new. Old stories like scars spread, uncountable rivers of blood. They flow unhidden across the tender, precious face of a child, seeping into the crimson dawn.

Bitter screams and helpless calls into the night…Where is God when the lights within go out and we say goodnight to the ones we love forever. What path does this tragedy unwind into…a broken labyrinth for forgotten, lost souls.

We ache with a torture as faces lose their names, and souls possess themselves with evil. How did we come this far, and no place at all? Frozen in seasons that slowly devolve, bound inextricably to the ones you love and hate the most. Sin captures and makes a slave of you and I, but one day the cord shall break, and we shall fly away.

This confusion and mess of a mind, how dare I to overtake my Maker and deem my thoughts, my ways, and my love, all higher than His infinite sovereignty! This time is only for awhile, this life is only for a moment. Forever is not found in the places that hurt the most.

For endless moments, I thought we were lost, never to dream again. Then the silence broke, and God spoke. But you could not hear a word.

O wake up, please, wake up…

If only we were a dream.