Life is messy; but then again, there are always the sparkles!
D oom and gloom, sometimes of our own doing;
E ven if not, we can choose how
V aliantly or cowardly we respond.
A cceptance does not mean
T olerance does not mean
A ll points of view are true. But
T o live, thrive, and love
I n this crazy, reeling world is to
O nly and in all things hope,
N ot giving destruction and despair a soul-hold.
I ncreasing in time and distance, pushing back, back, back and forward again,
N ever finding a beginning or an ending. It is like the game I used to play as a kid,
F illing my mind with as much intentional emptiness as I could, pushing, pushing to see
I f I could drive my way back to where there is
I t never quite worked because somewhere in this exercise my brain would stop—just stop.
T oo full of thoughts to be empty, expanding space. Too busy and impatient to persevere to the end of my self. Vanity. Human.
E ver seeking the end of things, the majesty where God lives and where He finds it in Himself to love even me.
M elancholy muse–a formative part of myself, but
O nly a part, since I also love to laugh and live light.
P erhaps it is manic to observe from the outside, but to me my
E vanescent emotional swirl is the color of life.