peace

the emotion we know most from its absence

::death::

When we watch someone die we never only partake in their death. We partake in our own. 

Nothing about faith is certain

Some gamble with money, others with faith. 

We are all risking something

In the hope of something better 

/

You’ve said too much

It’s not nearly enough

Your shouts: hollow whispers 

Isolated they consume me

Dripping into fractured spaces 

That weren’t thirsty before 

In your noise I find my quiet

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Until we learn to hold things lightly he loves us enough to keep taking them away.

And once we learn that it's ok when things get taken away it hardly matters what stays and what goes. 

Only that he stays.

And can never be taken away.

⛈

Heavy rain 

Sheets of relief 

Soaking the soul inside 

Dripping to new places 

New pages to write on 

*

and when i bleed 

it’s always your blood