it seems so...severed
such a huge part of my life
memories, oh sweet memories
that now lie dormant
as if they are unsure of what to do
whether to sleep
whether to rise
whether to simply fade away

it seems so...surreal
that such a good thing
true beauty
would almost seem to be cut
never to be repaired?

and it seems as though i only stand here
helpless
watching something that is truely beautiful
grow small in the distance
i look back-try to retrace my steps
pull myself back to that familliar shore
but the waves are pulling me steadily away

will it do any good to fight?
in the midst of darkness
there is so much light
in the midst of frailty
so much strength
and in the midst of imperfection
there is so much hope, and joy, and beauty

and in the midst of fear there is love

i refuse to allow darkness to swallow up joy
i refuse to allow fear to push me out to sea
i refust to simply let it be as it is-to forget His faithfullness
His goodness
His sacrifice

because i am in a battle
i shall fight for hope
not because it needs defending

but because hope will not dissapoint