my mind has been a tempest waiting to be unraveled lately take out all the leaves if you have too, full of melancholy my justification is mere overwhelming fear of staying with this crippled misconception of grace unmoving yet, here i am, a walking contradiction- if anything, yet you call me your sister, your bride please pull out all the proud and shining lies make me more like the One once upon that tree that brought me to life all i have is you, Christ, triune joy. i breathe because of you.