Our heart struggles to find meaning
To know the answers to the core questions
And we hide when we don’t.
Shame is a trap that suffocates the light from the soul
Fear keeps our questions looking like monsters
Misery tell you that you should be better then this
You sit in silence
And wonder why the questions
Have no pat answers
And when they do,
You question the perfect existence of them
Because nothing in life is perfect
Divine peace comes with divine intervention
When nothing makes sense
When death steals
And loneliness engulfs
When the past hurts and the present is survival
When you know you have so much but
The questions still burn in your brain
And more then anything else,
You fear the questions
Where they will take you
You fear the answers
How they are waiting for you.
The discomfort of growth is never an easy rising
“Flying is not the hard part
It’s where you go when you do”
-Boris the Goose in Balto III
Choose to trust as the geese.
Trust the air.
Trust your natural instincts.
Trust the migration.
Trust when you cannot control it and it makes no logical sense.
You can be confident and ask questions at the same time.
Follow forward to the Divine Mystery whether you have answers or not.
And don’t forget to enjoy life as you go.