As I pen these things, it might literally be all I have. Ink on paper. Does any of this matter?
Then I’m reminded of what I’ve seen. The places I love and the people I’ve been.
Only Love could have brought me to this place. Holding in me a joyful heart while spit covers my face.
I’ve come to forgive those who’ve wronged me. Knowing that they’ve helped make me into exactly who You intended me to be. I’m trying my best to be a better man, despite all my fears, I really am.
I write these things to remind myself that amidst this darkness, there still remains light, hope, and a perfect plan.
For the first time in my life, I am writing for the sake of writing. Living for the sake of living. Loving for the sake of loving.And I’ll live.
So you can call this sort of life a hopeless endeavor. That this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather.
Call it pointless, I’ll continue to carry out Grace none the less.
I will scream it till my face is blue.
There is a point to all of this and its always been You.
Dear G-d /// BAAO.