Why?
Questions asked in the dark have a way of bringing me into light.
Instead of fear closing in, I draw near.
Up close and personal.
To the One who knows all.
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Someday
When Someday seems too far, the fragile heart mourns. Torn. Tender.
Walking in the weight of sorrow.
Sitting in the dark.
And we cry out for rocky paths made smooth. The broken place, whole. Strong winds and high waves, stilled.
Longing to affirm the true. And say we are crushed but not in despair.
