I am bored and mad.
I need some enlightenment.
I search for one.
I look everywhere, nothing.
Then, I see You standing at the end of the bridge.
I can’t see Your face because it’s so bright.
I almost think You are a street light.
You say, “Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
I come to You.
I am still bored and occasionally angry to myself, but when I do, I remember Your words, and it gives me peace.
Thank you for being my source of light!