Escaping the Land of Never

I slipped into the land of never sometime ago a land of nothingness pitch black night, tormented a beleaguered mind all the time. Caught up in cobwebbed thoughts hope was lost, torn and tossed whirlwinds of doubts never to love never to hope never to dream. Sometimes, I have heard faint bell chimes, melodious rhymes reminding me of hopeful times that echo out from the canyons of long ago. Sometimes, I think I can escape the land of never. Lately, I have dreamed of a land of always and the sometimes begin to fade away. I determine to climb out from the mire of never and venture forth toward the sweet music of always. As I leave a trail of doubts behind, I move onward toward the summit of those melodious chimes. The road leads me to a rugged cross high upon a desolate peak where a blood stained sacrifice was made. Here I stand, on sacred ground, here in this land of always, where I have always been loved always been forgiven always been cleansed. Here is where I will stay as I look forward to that day, when I will always be with Him. 2/12/2016