as your guardian, I was instructed well
to make sense of God’s love in these fires of hell.

now i don’t expect you to understand,
just to live what little life
your broken heart can.

maybe your light is a seed,
and the darkness, the dirt.
in spite of the uneven odds
beauty lifts from the earth.

 

Wednesday.

I have a lot to do before the end of the week.

I need to shave, lots of outdoor fun this weekend and bathing suits and sundresses. Must. Shave. Legs.

I need to get a bunch of stuff out of my car so that there’s room for running here and there with extra people in it.

I need to get all of my sleep (stay up all night) gear together.

Right now I need breakfast.

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