The Greatest of these is Love

Though Angels' tongues could escape my lips and sentiment sweet should flow When grace extends my patience thin When arms become empty, hearts heavy, feet ready for escape, eyes drifting, head aching, song quiet, candles huffed to cooled wax, all seems lost around me, I remember.  Greater love has no man than he who lays … Continue reading The Greatest of these is Love

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Refocusing

   Blurs are often ended with the bluntness of a break. A single straw that interrupts the momentum long enough for sanity to creep in and remind me that I am more than this.  In the quest for perfection, I lost sight of the adventure. In the race towards better, I steadily slipped into worse. … Continue reading Refocusing