One broken heart mending,
an impossibility has found hope,
this girl does not see the same face in the mirror,
and a year has changed everything.
Even to read my last post I hardly recognize the me in it. That great faith and excitement; the endless possibilities in which I believed. But OH, how I want to believe.
Who is this one I see; this me? All I know; all that I can see, is: "O but for the grace of God go I"
And I wonder where to go from here...
for I fear that what I know I must be,
may be just too hard for me.
I would love to spend the hours of solitude, the meditation and prayer, trapped inside. Like the monks in this pagoda...
And what shall become of me? What do I see? How can it be? That You my God should die for me...?
