Tired, Tired, I Feel so Tired

 

Tired, Tired, I Feel so Tired

By Katherine B. Parilli

Tired so tired!

My body feels so tired.

Like a weary shorn out rag I walk around in a worn out daze.

My hallow body feels ancient and weighted down from some unseen place deep within;

As if an indivisible foe is sucking the energy from deep within.

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The tiredness is so deep at times that I feel like a toy that someone removed the battery from.

 

I struggle to stay focused.

I desperately push on,

But my endurance is gone.

Even my hunger is diminished,

As my empty stomach trembles at the wearisome draining thought of food.

 

Oh who would believe that an invisible bug could cut a grown being down so completely?

Could bring them crawling to their knees.

That a microscopic organism could invade a body composed of billions of cells,

And bring it halting to the ground.

Robbing the body of its vital fluid and nutrition,

Stealing the vibrant glowing spring from its once happy free flowing step,

And freezing the elastic stretch that gives life and freedom to the body.

 

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Dragging my head to the ground I long for a comfy spot to lay down my weary head.

 

Such a minuscule molecule,

But the power to debilitate is locked so cunningly and curiously within.

The power to slow down expansion,

The power to make humanity so ill,

The power to destroy instead of uplift,

The power to devastate and destroy nations,

The power to kill both big and small.

 

What a little molecule,

What a little virus.

So small,

So insignificantly microscopic,

Yet it can hold the fate of many under its whimsical roller coaster control.

 

So the sad story goes with sin.

It is just a minuscule microscopic sin.

It is just a wee small fraction of a dot to hold onto.

It cannot possibly kill or maim.

It is too small to do any real harm.

You cannot possibly compare it to any of the real killers like stroke and heart disease.

Mine is just a small unnoticeable little cherished blot that it cannot possibly lay down roots and smother my heart.

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Why I have it so well stuffed and tamed that it cannot go anywhere.

It is so confined into that back corner that it cannot possibly reproduce and do anyone or anybody any harm.

How can you claim that one little sin such as mine is so wrong?

How can one little minuscule germ kill hundreds,

Thousands,

Even millions?

How can one virus bring one metropolis halting with heart pounding fear to its knees?

 

One little sin,

One little stain,

One little stubborn willfully cherished corner,

And some day the day may come when just like an out of control mutant toxic virus it will flourish and spread,

Overflowing and choking out the fresh healthy cells that stand between it and sunshine,

Killing off all the noble and pure desires of the heart.

Destroying your longings to live a pure and righteous life.

 

But even if that day should never come.

One sin,

One longingly cherished sin,

What is the price?

What is the cost?

At whose ultimate expense will the price be paid?

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How many will see and walk away?

How many will see and stumble?

How many will see and follow your example?

When the day of reckoning comes will you want to turn and walk away?

Will you finally want to part company with it then?

If you have not begun the struggle now,

Will you suddenly be ready just because Jesus has shown up in the clouds of glory?

Or will you find that you have paid the ultimate price for living with and flirting with a deadly virus?

© 2016

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