It's funny how something I wrote ten years ago could speak so intimately and directly to present- day me.
Funny in a good way, of course.
"A day drifts past, our souls untouched. Is it ever too much, will our cries be heard? I sit and wait on a quiet hill, calmly reaching for the warmth of grace. A broken dream, a mended heart. Live those sleepless nights. For there is a horizon yet unseen."