Some days I got nothin'. I look like I am home but there are vacancies inside my head.
Fortunately there is not a neon sign on my forehead proclaiming the absence of intelligent thought. I would just as soon keep that one under wraps.
John wrote a piercing song about the widow and
Elisha, and her hopeless situation. In it is a directive that has continued to jostle my stuckness for thirty years.
"When all your dreams have broken and all your hope has died,
When shame and fear enslave you and take away your joy;
When all the love that's left in you won't last another day,
Then find someone who needs you and give your love away.
Find an empty life, bring a broken heart. Find an empty soul and from a small beginning let the love flow."
I notice that life provides the chance to find someone who needs me, right when the meter on my emotional tank reads empty. I
cannot explain it. But that does not seem to matter.
