With the clanging of swords ceased, and the battle cries fading into the distance...this battle has come to an end, for now.
But somehow, the dust around has yet to settle, and I still seem to be squinting in the fog, trying to see. And for some reason, it feels as if something within has died. Or worn out and shut. The deadly combination of overnight workings, and relational expectations and turmoils. Heh, I don't know how many of you out there are still here reading, but for those who are, please bear with me. I'll post the fruits of my labour soon. =)
I just need time alone, and rest. Cos' I miss it, alot.
to know and feel that you're alive.
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i miss the intimacy with you, God.
The old broken melody, blowing through the trees of Eden.
They say the heart of man is too far gone to save... yet in the quaint humdums of the neighbourhood, in the midst of gains and losses, joys and heartaches, pleasure and pain, friends and foes, battles lost and won, you can just hear that quiet whisper, of an amazing grace....upon this unworthy life.