I forget what it feels like to have the warmth of the sun touch my lips and burn my mouth with passion. The cool summer winds blowing down my neck and leaving gentle shivers down my spine. The joy my heart sang for as the autumn leaves blanketed me in a cocoon of colors in your eyes. The winter snowflakes that drifted into my hair was like how my heart melted every time the shape of a snow angel held me. But it was not the snow angel I have made, no. I had crawled into another's shape and shared the recent warmth his body had left.

Like salt in the snow, winter faded into spring. Jack Frost left his mark on me, and now I witness the lion and the lamb. They play and frolic, but the lion cub, Prince of my Heart, became the King of the Jungle. Is it a jungle? Or a savannah. A land close to becoming a desert where people fear to tread. Like a survivor to a sandstorm I wander aimlessly for days, waiting for the rain to carry me away. It finally comes but now it hits like needles on my flesh. I continue to walk, scars and scratches left on my body and my heart. Every turn of hope is but a deceitful mirage.

"You are but a long way from home," one voice cries. "Just keep going straight."

"There is no home." says another, "There is nowhere to turn. The buzzards will find you before you know it."

But a third voice, still but a whisper, cries out with his beautiful voice: "The journey has but begun, my dear one! Keep walking into the light. It will show you the way."

Which one is speaking the truth, which is telling all lies? I walk a little further to see. Though the sun is only setting, its golden rays have left me. Leaving me the freezing cold chills of night. I drop to my knees in pain and anguish that my rotting heart feels now.

With one last breath, I cry out: "Oh God, my God! Can you hear me? As all things made possible through you and for you, let this life live to glorify you with what little breath it has! Bring me to where I belong so I may serve you for your kingdom!"

And with that, I feel rest longed for. Peace still looked for. And a thirst for hope still quenched for. The next day, I continue my walk, wondering if the light is the best thing to follow. Nevertheless, I am breathing. Somewhere inside me, I am alive. So I will keep walking, and reaching for the things left untouched. . .