It has always amazed and humbled me to how the risk to bloom can seem so insurmountable beforehand and so inevitably freeing once the threshold of suffering is crossed.
If I dare to hear you I will feel you like the sun And grow in your direction.
Walk long enough and we all trade places.
My friends are the beings through whom God loves me.
What is not ex-pressed is de-pressed.
Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.