speak gently in my silence
when the loud outer noises of my surroundings
and the loud inner voices of my fears
keep pulling me away from you,
help me to trust that you are still here
-hn

under the influence of a certain mister frost

i've gone away from earth for a while
climbed the dark branches of a birch
& got as close as i could to heaven

now the branches bend
and as they inch closer to earth
under the weight of my not-quite-as-heavy heart
i resolve to start again
because...
earth's the right place for love
i don't know where it's likely to go better

still and small

he whispers in the quiet moments
reminds me that I am his
promises that he hasn't left me without hope

hope in the lord; for with the lord there is mercy and with him there is abundant redemption

it is much easier to believe it these days
thanks be to God

when hope is lost. when there is no light. when you've laid one more dream to rest. when you draw another painful breath from aching empty lungs. when peace becomes a stranger. when you can't shake the feeling you've done everything wrong.
you must convince yourself that it's worth it to try all over again
to wake up day after day and seek
and when you've sought until there's nothing left
wait
because you're not dead yet. because as long as there's breath in your lungs and blood in your veins you can know that there remains a chance for redemption.