There is a place
A place where the wind is calm and the oceans flat
A place where there is no pain, there is no hurt
A place where the peace I seek is waiting for me
But still it waits as I search
This place is not found on the shelves of this library
It is not found in the pages of this tattered old Bible
It is not found in the songs or poems or stories of men dead and gone
But this place lives and breathes and moves with me, I feel it
It is so big and looming in front of me that I cannot help but see it
As it eludes me every day and into the night and as I drift off to sleep.
And I awake each morning to one singular, burning hope of my heart…
There is a place.
There is no past. There is no future. There is only right now. And right now I am about to start trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces of five years of energy and effort that has broken apart. It is exciting and scary and daunting and…inevitable.
