despite everything that happens. the cuts and bruises that we inflict on eachother. for a moment, there is a wonderous beauty, so small that we hardly notice it. but too profound to ignore.
I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
the evening star..
Isabella, we are rising.