Here I am, just drifting.

Not coming, not going. Not seeking, not straying. Not loving, not hating. Not running, not sitting. Not moving, just drifting.

Not down, not up. Not dry, not flowing. Not sobbing, not singing. Not dying, not living. Not fighting, just drifting.

Anyway, I'm feeling pretty drifty lately. Pretty luke-warm. God, sear away my luke-warmness! How I wish I was either hot or cold! Lord, challenge me. Strengthen me or weaken me. Brace me or break me. Kindle me or drown me. Lord, change and refine me, but do not vomit me out of your mouth.