In Vulnerability.


















'cold, isn't it?'

one moment, he said he had other things to do

the other, he held her hand.

I only pushed through with talking
and all the holding I did, was to hold back.

I thought I had everything figured out
until the moment you vanished...
...again. 

I thought I could handle the loss
until the moment the doors closed...
...and all bets were off.

Until all hope was lost. 

And to this day, I couldn't accept it. 
Forgive me, Father. 
Forgive me, blessed, dear Maria.

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jb.redeemed
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May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you and give you His Shalom. - Numbers 6:24-26