I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.
We are created by being destroyed.
Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?
The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.
The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.