It's magnificent and glorious and at the same time quiet and still.
Storms rage parallel to it and chaos ensues.
Even the exciting creates a frantic mess.
I grasp for comfort among life squelching things and people as I live tentative of living whole.
Yet a part of me is willing to abandon any thing and all things and live among my holes.
I want to believe with reckless trust that they are purposed and Holy.
There's a gap that exists and sometimes it feels large and cavernous when I focus on either side.
But in between my fear and trust there is a closeness that I long for the world to know.
It takes an awakening to see this.
A return to the sand where the line was drawn and condemning was hushed.
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