Cry of the Soul

There are moments when a surge of thoughts pervade my mind, and there is so much to articulate. Yet there are some emotions to which no vocabulary can adequately do justice. These are emotions so common to humankind, and yet the finer nuances of these emotions that are unique to the individual person cannot be simplistically captured through words. Thus, once again, the power of language breaks down. Consequently, all that the heart affords is an inner groan. A groan propelled by a deep longing for answers to age-old questions. Existential questions. Questions that few God-fearing Christians dare to ask for fear of being dismissed as "unfaithful". No, we do not advance such queries in the midst of other "believers". These are the rules of the game. But tell me if this is perhaps true, that even as a pilgrim on the journey of faith, I am essentially wandering and groping amidst the storms of life to seek a simple answer to the profound concern of the human soul: Who Am I?