Nineteen

Nexus at the intersect reflected in the clock.

To face the truth, turn away.

Return. Faith suspended.

Progress found in letting go, in holding on.

I see now, or do I? Am I lost or am I...

Not madness, too much concrete.

Not certain, too much to lose.

Loss is gain for heaven's sake.

So far to fall, and so long to myself.

Is farewell a beginning or an end?

Pray for the truth, pray for wisdom.

Pray for death, pray for an end.

Pray for life, pray for new beginnings.

Stillness.

Still, I stand.

Don't know what I ask, don't know, I don't ask.

I don't know why.

The world still turns, it burns on the inside.

The hardest thing ever done was making a choice to believe.

Daily, pick it up and follow. Be followed.

Haunted.

How am I found here and yet so lost?

Lost and found here on the narrow road, at a crossroads in the storm.

Convergence.

Nineteen is one and one is three.

Your will be done, yours alone, my King.

This guy, he only cares that something was beautiful to him once for reasons that go beyond anything temporal.

He's submitting to God because he has nothing but God and never really has.

Not that he doesn't have feelings, but to be real...

The world is not enough for him, the things of this place, and they never will be. Only the Father can make everything whole in its time.

If it's about the world, you see, you can forget it. If it's about ownership.

True love is not temporal. Love is an entity.

Love is the nature of God.

*Snickers*

The Lord sustains and there are many truths yet to be told by us all.