The Renaissance of your Revival
I have never been one for thoughty emotions but I suppose if I’m to walk among the living now I should relearn how to approach my days. Those aren’t tears reflecting on your chin from the moonlight but ice melting from the warm sun penetrating from the crack in your heart. Inside I can faintly see a colorful glimpse encouraging us both not to settle for almost.
Life seems to be a series of stop and go. Just when I think I have an almost understanding, I am rendered powerless by my own voice caught in my throat. I listen to you describe your liberating rant. Free from your imprisonment and no longer oppressed. You break from her bitter bonds and escape the role once expected of you and disengage from everyone’s bias. You wept for days and as the tears slowly rinse away the rhetoric you rejoice in your renewed existence. A period of revival for you, transitioning us into something splendid mounting from all that was cast off of your old spirit.
I learned of myself that it might be within my nature to preach. I don’t mean to do this in an obtrusive or tedious way. I am not entitled nor pretend to stand on higher ground. And I do not mean to assert that I belong in any shape or form in the immediate experience of ice melting during your spring nor serve in any capacity in your careful parental course. But twice, three months survived crucial stages. Sudden fevers and we worry the illness may be everlasting. I hope we remain steadfastly fixed. My eyes and mind can see a different translation and although sometimes my good intentions are not perceived as such, and I am not invited, my specific purpose has always been to diffuse and seek out strength so everyone finds their own passage. I am certain there will be a time when everything is beautiful again in a way that everyone can see it. I hope she will lay her bitterness down in an old churchyard grave.
At times I remain frozen because I am given a front row seat and it has been a long time since I had to know what to say or do. I don’t know everything that is collected in your paunch but over time I’m sure all will be exposed. Please find it within your heart not to harbor any resentment and continue with an attitude of mind that my disposition is above all grasping for grace and compassion and that I can become overwhelmed trying to calm the waves.
