The Hour of Separation
There, this man finds himself knowing a depth eternal in its scope, not waning in the process of knowing itself in sadness.
There, this man finds himself knowing a depth eternal in its scope, not waning in the process of knowing itself in sadness.
There are few things in life like knowing a purpose in the aloneness where I have found both sanctuary and life.
I look around in my box, this place I have built for myself that somehow feels safe. As the storm rages out there I see the beginnings of truth. This box is painful. Each piece of timber laid, each window set, each nail driven a testament to pain.