part of letting go is knowing how large you are,
how much of the galaxy is written in your bones
and part of loving someone is giving every single star to them.

I saw her walking on the suburban streets of my neighborhood
She is tired
So tired
And her face...

I have never seen such a face of anguish and despair
She curses to herself and outloud

Soda bottle in hand today
No, she is not okay

If I had some money
I'd get her some food

She has some type of mental disorder

Still she lives on
And for this she is great

If you are tired and weary
If you are poor
It's okay

If you had three meals today
Try to be thankful

Some people have a much worse time

the act of loving someone is when you choose to see Christ in them
and the feeling of loving someone is when Christ shows Himself in you.

Wake up. Half dazed. Another day. Once again.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Get Up. Clothes on. Down the stairs, eat the stale toast.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Get in car. Drive off to work. Fight the traffic. Make it on time.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Sit at desk. Hear complaints. Boss, not happy. Big shock.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Unfold the tuna sandwich, take a bite. Hear coworkers mull and gripe.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Fill the forms, do the inventory. Fall asleep at desk. Good God the Boredom.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Get in car. Drive back home. Take off those work clothes. Collapse on the couch.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Surf the web. Read the book. Watch the news.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Put on pajamas. Brush the teeth. Get in bed.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Always repeating….
What am I reaping?
Is this what I have to look forward to in life?
If this is true, dear Lord, take me so.
Your kingdom must be more fulfilling.

you have been measured, and found wanting.

a circle:
the difference between what it contains
and what it is contained by;
an empty form;
an opening;
without beginning, without end;
found in solitude perfect;
a thing that is a soul.