'we will ask the coming King, 'what the hell does this all mean?'
He will answer quietly with His love.
His love overcomes the world.
His love overcomes my fear.'--josh garrels.

everything actually is alright.

and even though i had a rough time of it, even though i see a family in the throes of change, and i see people on the verge, it's alright. it's not in vain. it's every step closer to eternity.

there is goodness in every thing.
how incredible.

just wait it out.
good love is on the way.

in it, there was truth, reverie, magic, beauty, youth, protection, a crescendo, an opus, an alliance, a nemesis, an everest, a pillow, a stone. beneath it, beneath you, there was pressure. but beside you there was judgement and above you there was indifference. none of these suited me. i needed more. i needed truth. do you understand what i mean when i say truth, little self? i mean brutality, i mean conviction that instigates, i mean raw, organic reality of what He has, of what He is...

and i say that love conquers all, love triumphs. because He said it.

but now, where is victory? where is reverence matching retribution step for step? where is He setting it right? i understand its majesty, but is mystery always necessary?

we were a canvas, and we set down a great work. it is simply unclear as to whether the legacy is one of tragedy or comedy. of dejection or hope. i suppose all who are young and have loved struggle with that even--and ever--after the fact. until the completion. so where is it complete? when is it complete? how is it complete?

here is all i know:
we've chosen our paths, and they do not diverge
we never made a choice
and now it seems we'll never have the chance...
but i never wanted to wear regret like a jewel, i never wanted that crown.
and now i'm a woman less magnificent, but more majestic,
left to drown in the ocean of my God-given strength.

i only wanted a chance for weakness.