As if the World Will Burn

Looking about, taking it all in
they carry on and about as if I am not there
I walk along anyways
attempting a few vague smiles

Do they notice? Do they care?
Some may, most don't surely
they are not looking, they are not speaking
they cannot detect when they are not trying

There will come a day
when I look back on these seasons
with the Great One
and we will laugh and cry together

But that day has not come yet
and no one knows how short or long it is
until then I must love as if the world will burn
the very next day or the next hour

Yet numb is my heart and hard to breathe
when my love goes out and does not return
and I fail and fall, flat on my face
still, He picks me up and tells me to walk again

These days I feel like a marionette
He compels me forward, I am barely able to walk alone
but slowly I am learning
and though there is pain now, He comforts me

I will sacrifice it all if it is His desire
my Maker and my King
but for now he merely asks me to keep walking
and the hurt does not dissipate

There will come a glorious day
when I wake in the morn in my bed
and sleep that night in His embrace
but until then I will keep walking