A pitiful prayer attempt from xtnyoda... for those consumed with delusions... and for those who desperately long to help them.

Oh Dear One.

We know so very little.
So, so very little.

The desire to help...
really help...
is like a burgeoning dam longing to burst open wide...
to pour forth torrents of grace and mercy...
on the confused and scrambled souls of men.

But... our compassion
fuels the fire
of misery, agony, and despair.

OH GOD!

We would hold them close...
like the mother her infant in the blasting wind.

How. Do. We. Let. Them. GO?
HOW?

Yet...
we know...

With raw faith...
immersed in insolent night...
we force ourselves to
believe that you are there...
in the blast...
in the whirlwind of despair.

To the one hanging over the edge of the precipice...
clinging with all their strength and will...
we say...

"Let go."

"Let go."

"Let go."

xtnyoda, shalomed