There is chaos in this cosmos.

God's Eden order was lost.

Yet to him order isn't gone.

Chaos is simply his pawn.

It is part of his big story.

Its darkness reveals his glory.

So bring your chaos to him.

Light takes joy in pervading the dim.

Poetry doesn't do life justice,
But it certainly makes it better.

To be human
is to be broken.
Shattered by life,
misunderstood.

We all have hopes
we don't dare name.
We all have dreams
we don't dare share.

Ninety-nine percent
we don't understand
our own selves.
And so often
we hide behind shells.

To be human
is to be broken.
So stand up tall
broken and all.

Be broken.
Accept it.
And accept others,
beautifully broken,
just as you.

If the wisest man was in front of me,
I would lock the door and hide the key,
And tell him I will let him free
Once he tells me the truth only he can see.