Adrift


Adrift,

with neither an anchor to port nor the wind to support its sails,

inhaling

is the sole solution for moving forward – giving purpose to movement –

exhaling

seems a betrayal of all that was lost when life kept its promises:

– constant change – what is born must die – what laughs must cry – no experience is a lie, yet all experiences are lies because they are not constant.

Adrift

 – our state whether known or unknown, contentment only coming with the belief that God’s hands will guide us – no God means no home –

either way – what is born must die – what laughs must cry – no experience is a lie, yet all experiences are lies because they are not constant.

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