Beyond graceless mistakes
Past the faithless falls
There’s a place for all who wait
For Grace and Faith to call,
Weary with each passing eternity…
There is something deeply satisfying to me
When the spidery lines on a map becomes real.
When a numbered road becomes a name
And name becomes a place and a memory.
I like it best on days like this,
When the sun is shining yet the clouds look angry.
With music playing in my ears,
And beauty stretching before my eyes,
The fears of the nighttime simply fade away.
Even if only for a little while…