There is what you see
And there is what you don’t
In the dead of the night
And in the darkness of the soul.
In the morning
We pick up the pieces
And in the light of the day
We pay the price.
We pick up the phone
Or we answer the door
And the weight of the world
Falls on our head.
Even the smallest of actions
Can have the deadliest consequences
Because the dead cannot speak
To explain or accuse.
We are left with a mystery
And fumble in the dark
As good and evil
Wrestle in our heart.
God knows
And God will remember
Looking over his shoulder
Fierce and just.
We are nothing
Until we are everything
As we reluctantly learn
To trust
And jump.
The pain does not go away
Not in this world
But those who remain faithful
Shall see
And understand.
For now
All we have is faith,
Hope and love
More than enough
To see us through.
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