cold

in anguish, my fire burns against fiercely against all who stand before me,
in joy,its abundance regins free in my spirit.
in suffering, i see the face of everyone's pain,
in hope, emacipation for your purpose runs through,
in death, the search for you grows deeper,
in life, I see You and my fellow man.

would i choose water over wine?
a walk to remember or a walk to regret?
free will, a gift or something else?

4As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. 5Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. 6But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. 7Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. 8Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. 9He who has ears, let him hear."Matt 13:4-9

drowning in my own hands...

100 days have made me older, since the last time that i heard your beautiful voice.
1000 lights have made me colder, and i dont think i can look at this the same.