Digging Deep

Faith

Playing hide and seek behind dusty stacks of doctrine — whose stiffness has stifled our centuries …

Dread, Overwhelm and Terror stroll in through psyche’s door …

Allow the death of silence to devour your devils.

I am not ready to cast away the dark hours …

The breath inside of me is the ebb and flow of the sea.

Your sister’s death has forced a meeting with your own mortality.