"Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right."
-Song of Songs 3:5
Every time I think love of any type, anyway is impossible and beyond my broken and bitter soul...You surprise me.
The doorway to my soul refuses to slam shut and be locked off from the world.
I'm much too exausted to make sense of anything at this hour...
Except...Love will win.
The Darkness will not overcome.
I have Hope that is growing...prayers that nothing goes too fast...and that time falls into place as it will...
Monday, April 4, 2011
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