Myself Am Hell!

Walking through the wilderness as a glorified something, everywhere are shadows of what once was and what’s yet to come. In youth there is no question of origin, just the reality of I am. I feel. I want. I’m alive! An image of innocence deceptively covers my narcissistic existence while ignorance blissfully leads me down the road to destruction.

Something is missing so I’ll go on a mission to satisfy my every desire for they are the higher that I crave the more and more that leads to the grave.

With every success I hammer a nail on my coffin and increase my appetite like a stomach that’s being stretched from consistent overeating. Why I am not satisfied occupies my mind while underneath whispering softly is the truth that what I really want is to be glorified.

With every failure I am humbled, brought low by an inescapable heaviness. I cry for relief from this affliction not realizing it is the beginning of my deliverance. From my lowly position I search for an answer, a sign or a revelation.

I open the book and read of an elaborately adorned Angel with unmatched beauty, wisdom and power, the absolute finest Angel that his master had created thus far.  His excellence went to his head delivering him a mind full of discontent and his rebellion earned him the title of “Fallen Morning Star.”

I close the book in terror as I see him in me and me in him. Who will save me now? “O Wretched Man That I Am!”