Possibly Broken

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." -- CS Lewis

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

There's Something About the Morning


There’s something about the morning

Sweet silence
Crisp breeze

Waking up and remembering that I am alive

New light
Same sun

Walking and talking with my Father

Clear mind
Earnest heart

Another chance to find my purpose

Birds singing
Snow melting

& the rest of the world is slowly waking up;

I’ll sleep when I am dead
I’ll sleep when it is night
I will sleep when it is dark.
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