so i got married since i last posted. it would be great to go on about what all has happened in the last year or so and explain away why i haven't posted but... i think the silence in itself tells the story. If you need a hint or haven't read my blog, then it is this: i wrote out of a sense of pain and acknowledgement of a dissonance in my life. And when Lindsay was given to me, redemption and restoration became my poem, my blog entry. That said, rusty as i may be, uninspired by the usual tempest of my previous life of singletude, and hopped up on an afternoon nap and a late night mug of organic green tea with ginger and honey... i write. Always Found to those that love
i have loved
to those that ache
i have ached hindsight is not twenty-twenty
as if hindsight is the lens of truth
it is but a guile from within
starving our overweight minds the future is just as unsure as ever
hope comes from within my friends,
not from the iconic tomorrow
for tomorrow is in labor with the unfathomable where do i stand?
who do i look to?
my heart is a throne
i've usurped its power for too long the scepter is gripped by Fury
i lose sight of His crown
not from fear of His power
but from the fear of never making eye contact again He commands from within
i question His every whim
to my delight He never lets me back on the throne
to his delight i claim it as His in the first place where will i go today?
who will i be?
i could find out and still be lost
but i am always found
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