….grief is a shadow cast by the great light of love.
The lifestyle of love is the only lifestyle worth living, for as we define ourselves as lovers and we define everyone in our lives as our beloved, we find the true joy of the Divine.
He cries for you when you constantly cut yourself with old knives of broken memories. He hurts for you when you go back to your drug of choice again and again seeking solace. He is dying to see you free.
I would much rather hurt among the living than be at peace among the dead.
I found the way to my destination and found my destiny along the path, like golden bread crumbs left by another weary traveler.
Each time we kneel down to pick up the shattered pieces of our hearts, the act itself is a prayer of hope. And as we put the shards back together, knitting them with tears, our heart expand to include things we never thought we could feel or do.