of course words are important. talk is cheap but the toll it may take is immeasurable. words have always been the unraveling of me, and also the place where i find myself. but i also have to remember that there is more.
sometimes we have to finally strip away the inessential layers we cling so tightly to in order to find who we really are. that has always been a challenge for me. i grasp for something other than myself far too often, because i am afraid of what may really be there. what if it is not eloquent or beautiful? what if it is feeble-minded and unimpressive? what if that's all there is? i do not think i could live knowing i could not ever truly speak lace or satin. that i was only a stain on the carpet. a crack in the windshield. completely and totally irrelevant. a lost leaf blowing in the wind.
often times i am terribly scared and haven't got a clue why. or maybe i do. i don't know. i suppose i just need to instead grip onto the faith that i know will save me.
sometimes it's just awfully hard.
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the shepherd's sword
De Todo[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
