And it’s like a seasonal drought that we experience our doubt; coming in to say hello with it’s bitter smile and resenting eyes and we greet it like it brought us the skies when in fact it’s absolutely the opposite of that and now we can see where we’re at. We examine our ways and blame it on enthusiasm that’s quietly left the bays.
If we knew that this was love! Yes– just giving us a shove to experience what it was once like to see without the light!
Please brother, tell everyone you know that there’s nothing to fear for He is still here.
Well, anyway, I would imagine that even if he wasn’t that really doesn’t excuse for the lack of our love.
So, my challenge to you here is to let all but love disappear and tell me what you find when, to the rest of this, you are blind.
Yours,
J.Schay
