Hope again.

Strangely so, I return to write here again. My sad attempts at informing the public of my travels this summer have enticed me to return to this place. So here I am.

Forbearing darkness that invites itself in without my consent, I am indubitably, wholly desperate for a greater flame than this that resides inside. The trees wither when water is scarce and similarly, I too. Your voice whispers bigger things: those that are weak without the hope of your peace. Let us shout it with each move and word, let them hear.
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And now, my thoughts drift towards that which I cannot understand. I toss and turn, with blindness and uncertainty. You truly have shown us what you require. And so, I come now, with absolute realization of my weariness. Truly, Lord, I do not understand. I believed a lie? Did I? Was it true?..Is is true? What shall I do? Shall I wait? What shall I wait for? Perhaps change is too slow for this weak heart of mind; perhaps patience is far from me. I only know this: that it is bitterly cold apart from you and I will walk with You again now. You will be my Hope again.