I have been empowered by the strength of faith
Yet I am surrounded by arrows that are targeted at my doubt
I know I will never lose my footing on the foundation that has been laid before me
There are so many people who do not live this way
There are brothers and sisters who rely on their self validated efforts to control their personal space
When circumstance and emotion speak so loudly to them they call to me
Lovely hearts and lives shadowed by open wounds
They play like film on a reel before me
What can I say?
How can I comfort someone who has no hope.
How can I restore hope.
Show you a windowsill filled with morning dew just to show you sometimes its chilly out here and wet and uncomfortable but this newness is still new mercy every morning
How can you see it if you close your eyes every time you are afraid, if you sleep through your aching body
I sing songs around you and hum Melodies that are of divinity
My own life speaking for the struggle and the silver linings that grow brighter every day
My brothers and my sisters, love has you in her heart but what you are searching for with your meloncholy fingertips, turning pages to stories that you want read aloud about you on how hard you tried, how rough the road you have taken, how beautiful you are when you walk it
I can't say you aren't beautiful
My heart longs for you like you were any lover I have ever known
My desires are just as questioning as if my love were not reciprocated
With the question itself being of faith and if mine is enough to carry you to the next morning