So here I am laying here on the couch of the friends whom I have let
down, and yet, they accept me for who I am. For it is they who are
more Christlike than I could ever hope to be. And what is it that the
setting sun has offered that could be so beautiful as your rise again
the next day? Could the despair be so bleak as to never see light
again? Oh, how she makes by heart beat, how her words are as the ebb
to my flow. So lovely is she that I can not see! I have told her that
I am a poet; but not, and nor, am I! I simply love the flow of the
words at my fingertips.
Fear consumes my career, and yet, I do not have faith! I fail again.
It is hope and faith on my arm, my two girls, yet, I have forgotten
their names! Hope, and Faith! Hope and Faith! My girls! Do I wear by
heart on my sleeve? As it is, it is so.
A new stage comes into my day, and it is a stage which follows the
setting sun. Stage West! Do I fear? Hope? Faith? Do you abound within
me? I should want you to know!
For now, I will pass to the night, remembering of Jocelyn, and the
sparrows which brought me home! I shall remember the god who brought
me here in the first place!
As I listen to this familiar voice singing new songs, I see this as a
time to pray...a time to cry!
C S Martin
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