“the way i feel much more than others,

the way pain has taken root,

the way skies will not part–

i want the grays to turn to lavenders,

shattered breaths to satisfied sighs.

all, it all, is too big for me.

how does a soldier carry weapons,

when their best is empty metal?

does he hope a brother along his way

will help his bloody hand?

 

i try to understand–

all, it is all too big for me.

 

deep in the overwhelming bigness of life

and its sea of doubts,

is a little pearl named Hope

how i want to find Her 

and string her around my neck.”

 

alas, hope, show yourself. xo