…endless opportunities awaiting us.
Is this destiny?
My actions are no sins to be forgiven.
The sun will shine again.
Ode to names too heavy to be broken.
When He’s ready, He’ll makes a beautiful mosaic out of them.
to the child we loved that never got the chance to fully form before flushing down the drain to the child that didn’t come home with us to the child that endured our troubled lullabies Our hearts carry you. Our arms long to hold.
…may I continue to choose my choices.