exhausted? walking step step trying to make sense of a mess the massive monster mess ah the personal and systemic expand and contract
can I try to love this person directly in front of me?
can I try to receive the love offered to me? (even when I don't think it's form is what I need)
can I trust God is making of our mess magic, art, weaving a story so special
can I maybe speak into darkness so disillusioned and pregnant with pain the truth of light of love of joy of peace