interior battle

The last shard of sunlight slips behind the edge of the horizon.
It's absence causes a gray effect.

He stands there.
Under God's street light- the moon.
Unsure of his purpose in Life.
With a confused and empty look on his face,
He begins to walk.
Right now he has no destination in mind.
His soul cries out for something deeper.
Something stronger.
He chooses to ignore.

God calls-
He turns away.
Too confused for Truth.

His feet keep the shuffling rhythm.
Kicking small stones and pieces of snow.
The night is still.
A faint breeze stirs a few leaves that managed
To hang on to the branches for the long winter.

He looks up at the moon numerous times.
A source of inspiration as always.
The clouds are wisping and gliding across its
Snowy Face.
That snowy face has watched this ol' Earth
For decades.
It has seen many a man wander thru the darkness of night.
Wondering.

The world is empty without God.
There is no joy.
No happiness.
Without God there is only feeble man.
Trying to please others.
& pretending to be happy themself.
But on the inside-
There is evil.
There is unrest.
There is a deep longing for TRUE joy,
That only God can give.

He thinks of all this as the miles slip behind him.
God is the only way.
He Knows.

but

Tonight it is just too hard to surrender everything
To the Almighty.
Why?
Why is it hard?
Is it pride?
Is he too proud too admit that God-
(and only God)
Can save?

Tonight is a night of questions.
He longs for a friend to tell everything to.
And really the friend he needs is GOD.

The wee hours of the morn find him,
Still searching & pondering.
Finally a sleep overwhelms the brain.
And gives a certain rest.