something is shifting in the paradigm of my trivial existence.
as if there is a symphonic heartbeat were the cold relic of my heart once hoped.
hope being the key that was ripped by some despot from my grasp…now I find it dangling in front of me. calling out to me…taunting me even.
yet, I hope against hope, fearing nothing but the catatonic state in which I have found myself. despising the waking hour and yearning for something more. I.NEED.something.more.
I need hope.
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Thinking of you, dear, creative one, and Hebrews 11.
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=65&chapter=11&version=9&context=chapter
Blessings,
eb
Thanks EB, I really needed to read that today!
♥ you!