The mad preacher of Kent hangs from a branch on my family tree.
Did Balliol experience life and have some feelings like me?
Struggling with faith and reality
There's a noose that's always swinging in the breeze
faith regained - and walking with my chin up
When we lose faith we send our hope and soul to the gallows.
Darkness wins.
If I lose my way I ask for guidance, if I fall I must stand up, it takes some time to gather my senses when the world spins so fast, looking down
And when everyday life loses its dazzle, and the sparkle fades away
It is time to sit with nature and her projects, the energy design is more complex than a simple human can comprehend, looking around and looking up
and our trust is restored by the order of her chaos, the brilliant calming stream in sunshine, the birds sing her praises and celebrate the new day...
when our families fall to splinters, a house no longer stands, the wreckage and twisted hooks that pause your breath when it crosses your mind, it's only transformation, I choose a brighter thought, and nature helps me see, all is well and life is a gift
Travel light, be ready for what ever may come, and know that the weather never cares what your plans are.
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