What we Want

Our desperation is real. Our despair is real. Maybe. It’s what’s realest about us. It’s what’s best about us.

We have instincts. We know what to reject. We know what’s wrong – utterly wrong – about the world. We know what to despise. We despise it. We know what to hate. We hate it.

And we know what to love, too. We know in what direction we should turn. We know to what we should lift our heads. We know that it’s from there it will come. From on high. From the most high.

We know the clouds will part one day. We know the sun will come – the forbidden sun. The sun they want to dim. We know evil is not final. We know the world isn’t totally fallen. We know that sin is not absolute.

We know what we Want. With a desire that is greater than we are. We know what we Need. With a need that is greater than us.

The lies aren’t too great after all. The poison hasn’t worked after all. We not completely abandoned. Were not lost to abandonment.