The Eyes of Victory

The words were “Epic God” at the end of a page, catching my eyes and giving me a victorious feeling. In the night I called out to victory to know its uprising in me but it did not respond. There was only one way to know the empty part of me. With all diligence I walked into her eyes to see what would become of me; for I was a man of wonder and suspicion. Passing through the eyes illumined me through a new shedding of light. I spoke forth knowledge and wisdom without full understanding on my lips. Echoing in response was a scream of terror desiring to embrace what it had not grown arms to embrace. Though the conspicuous sound pierced my ears, I knew then in my own spirit it wanted something more. Still I refused to give up and spoke with a sword in my mouth. The evil thing came once more with a more piercing sound than before. Then again I spoke out once more and the tensions of terror were gone. I stumbled inside myself when I rejoiced in victory that the pain was gone, for on another day it came back. This time I knew not what to do except as the same I had done before. Time passed and the journey grew dim. Not knowing what to do about myself I walked out of the eyes of victory, but I did not give up on discovering who I am meant to be. Upon a midnight search I found a spear in my side when I looked at my soul. I finally knew my spirit was wounded from the inside out piercing my soul and flesh. I had this wound all along, even before I walked into the eyes of victory. So I had only one chance, one option to choose. I sat on my heart and looked at my spirit and said what am I to do? A gentle whisper came not sudden, but calm, saying, come follow me and I will show you my son. My boyhood flashed before my eyes as the one I call Heavenly Father said “Your missing self is not in someone else’s eyes, but only in your own. No one can fulfill you except you alone. I need your approval and I’ll fix the wound inside of you.” I agreed “Ok” as sincere as could be, but still days come that leave me pondering. The empty spots not filled through my dad or my mom or significant other. I always considered myself a human being with physical needs, but when I’m wounded it come all down to me. Only I or friend could remove the spear, but I know the Lord God will not leave it there in my being. For He is Jehovah Rapha, who is pursing me.

Reviews

[Irenic]

A very good and interst binding one write.
your piece is quite difficult for me to understand. But what I understand is that you are trying to say that we should follow our heart so there would be no wounds inside.
But it is a very good write. Very spiritual too. :)