CANVAS

The blank space where hope is written in the mind. It can be the joy if one finds the right options.

What we place upon that canvas is the measure of our souls. It is the truth within that we must face.

Not that we want to. But just have so much trouble not scribbling. We would love it to always be a masterpiece.

Some work of art we can show others. An image to be proud to display. But we smear it by accident.

And no about of thinner seems to help. So that is when we try to cover it over with more paint.

Now when it becomes too much of a problem you just keep adding layers. Until it gets too thick to carry.

Then it becomes to heavy to carry. So one gets so exhausted from the weight. Still you do feel an obligation to still use it.

The longer you do the worse it becomes. Just more problems add to the toting. Life is like that at times.

And the only true form of help comes from the Lord. He can wash away that old paint. In ways that let the truth be seen.

Only it doesn’t work if we spend our time denying the canvas is in need of help. So they still refuse any change.

Miserable and other than content the heart just refuses to accept that painting needs to be redone. Known people who live that way.

I’ve seen them cling to some abstract conviction long after it stop making sense even to them. Then it just gets worse.

However pride can get in the way. It just makes the mind insist everything is okay. And then ignore the facts.

Until the time stops coming when you care. That is the danger point. You just don’t allow the change to come.

It decays inside and you totally give up. You might live for years, but inside death comes. How sad to live that way.

Even more so to never change.