Without Structure

While I may be unaware, I am not unqualified. While I am unsure, I am not undetermined. 

My friends, you have provided me with a stronger map of myself. With less fear, I walk down these neglected corridors and cavern holes. I'll discover new gems, but also more sources of the flooding. To be honest, I'm tired of these leaks, Im tired of being cold and wet. Everything is hidden under the malevolent elixir, and as these currents build, and as I slip, I am less able to understand what is definite.

Thankfully, I am not the only one within these walls, within my soul. At the movement of my lips, despite how cynical my mind is, he draws near. He fills my lantern with new oil, and the black liquid recedes into the darkness. 

My mind is fertile soil, but my feet are heavy. The Lord once gave me a vision of a land of hills, and he showed me how beautiful I was, but there was no temple for him to reign from. I lacked the substance and the structure. I awoke, with a sadness in my heart, at who I was, but with also a yearning for a fortress.

The composition is thus;

Diligence.

Intentionality.

Proactivity.

Willingness.

Consistency.

Purity.

My good Father has put me here to build this fortress. To conquer this juggernaut before The Most Wondrous King, The Champ of Angels, This Torchbearer and That Sentry of Phoenix set off to see the color of the Sun.

I am truly blessed.