A,
I yearn, to find some meaning, sometimes.
It's not unlike holding that next unread book.
So much is hidden, all is hidden.
The days unfold, and revelations change your world.
Most are fleeting, and melted into some whisper
that echos so subtle when you approach a deep chasm
of desperation, and it chimes "Freedom, providence.
You are a brave soul, to be you, through here.
We are the saviors, of God, and for the lost,
that in time there is comfort where none might have been.
Trust in God, for imperfection was passed onto them as well,
and they understand wholly, yet you teach them
with your entire being. Be with love my dearest,
and you will know all meaning, always."
,B
