Empty

The glass is empty, so is the bottle of champagne. The bar is deserted, no one will patronize it.  You could walk ten miles without meeting a soul. It all now seems like a ghost town (even ghosts want a company). No one to relate with. Everywhere is so lonely and quiet. This seem like a competition with the graveyard.

"Loneliness can start and end in the mind." 

The Sea is as dry as the dehydrated lips of a desert sojourner. The land is asking "When will rain come?” The greens are totally faded and it is not autumn yet. No nectar for the butterfly to suck. The bee hive is empty, so is the sheep pen since there is no fresh pasture to graze.

I am here and my concern is when will I start living again? When will life return, at least as it were, if not better? When will the town square be crowded again with children running around and traders engrossed in their sales and business as usual?

Right now we are barely living. Even the airs we breathe seem like a loan. Nothing inspiring. No motivation from within or without. Sighing has replaced our exchange of pleasantries. No man cares for the other for he himself needs care. No love anywhere.

When will Love return? How long will this pain of separation last? This emptiness has been here for too long. Will it persist forever? Will I ever know peace and joy again? Will my once graceful humour that revives the weary and elates the depressed be restored?

This emptiness has ravaged my world. You will not consider a tour in it. You will not give it a thought.

But they say "nothing lasts forever". Some even say "when you are due, you will not be denied what you deserve". Also, I once heard a wise saying that "tough times do not last, tough people do". 

So, I choose to be resilient and hold my head up high in the midst of the tumult. I will praise my God both in the storm and in the rain, in dryness, emptiness, and in abundance. I know the tide will soon turn to favor me. I anticipate change for the silver lining of the cloud has not disappeared. The light at the end of the tunnel may be dim but as I approach it, it becomes brighter. It may not happen as sudden as I wish but I know it will in my life time and I will wait for it, patiently. Like a flint, I will set my face and not be confounded laying aside all burdens and weight of discouragements.


If I do not pass away by the end of today, my existence tomorrow will definitely draw me closer to that glorious future I joyfully anticipate. If I am still opportune to catch a breath this next minute, then I will embrace the writings of the Holy Book that; 

 there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again...yet through the scent of water it will bud.

I may be down but I am not out. I might have fallen seven times but I will rise again. I will not sit in silence or embrace the darkness around my soul. I will not trade my confidence in God on the platter of frustration. For God is my Light and my Salvation. When He arrives it is like the sun of Righteousness with healing in His wings. Chaos may be my condition now. 

I may be void and somewhat like the soup of nothingness and an empty waste, but God is my Light. He comes with an ambience of penetrating light. 

With light comes life and fruitfulness.

With light comes colour and beauty.

With light comes growth and development.

With light comes vigor and strength.

With light comes orderliness.

Therefore, I will wait on Him. I will soon mount on wings like the eagle. I will run and know no fainting. I will walk and not be wearied. I will fly high, soaring above my emptiness. I will live again. My empty world will be full again.

Inspired by: Isa.40:29-31, Job.14:7-9, Hab.3:16-19  Mal.4:2.

I am Gabriel.