The city takes a lot out of me, and so I return to You to breath back the Love I need to keep giving to this world, so poor in spirit of hope. My Love is as endless as the sea but The Word is not. How meaningless these figures of the imagination when I can not express to you the pure joy of living. My tears reach the depths of my pain to extinguish the fire that has been set ablaze within. I'm looking into eyes I haven't seen in years. Into the heart of the memory I journey for as long as it takes to set it free and be reminded of my crown.
We are in heaven. When we take full responsibility for the mess that has been made we will be able to rebuild this garden with many hands. So active have we been in the experience of our lives that we have lessened our ability to pay attention to the details of these well worn roads.
May I forever find comfort in the optimism of a few until we are capable of seeing it from every view.
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