God, it’s falling apart.
Money. Love. Everything.
Reputations are on the line.
It’s all a huge failure.
It’s not the way it was planned.
There is no future.
We can’t go on any longer.
Why does it matter if we are here.
If you are here or I am here or we are here.
What if I wasn’t born?
Would the world be better?
Unlike the lights of Advent
There is no hope in George Bailey’s land.
Would anyone care
If this George Bailey wasn’t around.
Would this life matter?
Would the world miss us?
And then we see it…
The ripples from our own little lives
The waves clashing with other waves
Knowing that our life mattered.
Trusting that the sea or lake or sky
Would be different without us.
God who sits in the dust of depressive days
And dusk’s dimness,
Shine that light on our lives-
The one that helps us see the purpose
And the ripple-effect from our fingers.
May the one praying fervently
For anything else that keeps them alive,
See the light within themselves-
The one that will see them into tomorrow’s dawn.
The one that keeps the universe moving.
There is a unique flame within you
That lights the world in a special way.