the chosen

you gave me a map and said, “follow it.”
i did.

and with it,
i said goodbye to all i knew.

the old—dead.
a new creation, you called me.

i sought wisdom, and you gave it.
it feels, slightly,
like i know too much.

never thought i’d say that.

in the wisdom
comes loneliness.
solitude.

i am alone.
i am lonely.
i know you say you are here,
but the human in me needs physical touch.

you gave me a taste of love—
something i can never forget,
and simply, actually, can’t.

i am wise enough to know why i am here,
to see the bigger picture.
i am faithful enough to trust your plan.

but sometimes,
the heart yearns for connection—
for stimulating conversation,
for even just a hug.

meet me here, oh Lord, where you brought me.