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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.

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Heavy rain 

Sheets of relief 

Soaking the soul inside 

Dripping to new places 

New pages to write on 

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and when i bleed 

it’s always your blood

come. stay.

stranded with options

alone and surrounded 

this flesh and bone 

so heavy i rise 

weightless 

not in a hurry 

You are behind

You are ahead 

understandably incomprehensible 

You are

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close enough to hear the tears fall

seconds are minutes as i wait 

so far i can’t hear the violent protest 

of my peaceful heart 

me. first.

How obsessed are we becoming with ourselves? 

No but really

grace

when the best things happen from the worst things