and the roads diverge.
and neither option holds full hope.
i'm missing a road, i am.

Some days I'm a bird, some days I'm a song.
Some days I'm a storm, sometimes I'm just plain wrong.
But there is a still quiet voice and it sounds a little like mine,
Saying, “You’re right where you should be, it's just going to take time.”

When's it all breaks down
When they's nothing to lose
When there's no more to say and there is nothing to prove
Oh yeah bring it on, all things living in you.

You're not just what has happened, you can be something new.
But what you leave to the shadows, what stays in the dark,
Will grieve you and seize you and cripple your heart.

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars

I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharaoh's court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord

And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

how can you begin describe one of the most influential people in your life in a short letter of recommendation? words could not contain my heart's outpourings, let alone this 8 1/2 x 11 sheet.

Jesus turned and saw her. "Take heart, daughter," he said, "your faith has healed you." (Matt 9:22)

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.

Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Peace, peace, it's hard to find
Doubt comes like a tiny voice that's so unkind
And all your fears
They conspire to unwind you

And in your dark street shines
An everlasting light
And all your hopes and fears
Are met in Him tonight

"There are all kinds support groups for people who grieve, but nothing for people who should be grieving but don't."-Discovering My Autism, Jessica Kingsly

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.