I have not posted here since New Years Eve. In all those words, these leapt off the page:
“It’s been said that sometimes we can fail and fall so far that even the plans of God are nullified, or at least changed beyond recognition. I have fought this notion with every fiber of my being, but still the year comes to a close. Nothing has changed…”
March is roaring in with the threat of more rain, sleet, and snow. The world will slow to a near stop as the cold permeates even the bones of the earth.
Hearts and hope grow cold. And like that last night in December, sadly nothing has changed.
On either side of sleeping
On the dark end of a dream
Hope grows weary of waiting
And mercy loses strength
So cross the darkened river
Don’t forget the toll
The battle is almost over
Time to rest the wounded soul
I don’t know when my next words will come. I’m honestly not sure it really matters. Like the song says, “there are no words to tell.”
Until next time…