Rock Bottom Is The Meeting Place
Rock Bottom Is the Meeting Place Emptiness is the floor where I finally fall, Rock bottom is the room with no walls at all. Every dream I defended, every hope I rehearsed, Either failed in my hands or was stripped by the curse. I arrive here not strong, but ashamed to be seen, Seeing clearly the distance between You and me. Not because I am righteous or suddenly wise, But because I can’t carry this lie anymore inside. So I pray, not knowing this was all You asked, Not perfection, not victory, not spiritual masks. Just to need You, to want You, to speak every day, To sit in Your presence with nothing to say. Through ascents I discover I’m empty of light, Through descents I uncover the depth of the fight. The Will To Receive shows its infinite face, And I see there is nowhere to run, nowhere safe. No action can break it, no effort, no art, No knowledge, no work, no clever heart. Only one thing defeats it, and leaves me intact— A prayer from the place where I finally crack. Not a prayer f...