i want to take what i see and do the undone and fix the unfixed and light the snuffed candle all over again. but then i look and i say, do i even see? do i even know anything?
and so i take my pen and my paper and my too-many thoughts and i sit and i wonder just what might happen if i knew something, anything at all.
i watch the people, feet on pavement and pavement on feet. and i realize what i know.
i know three things, because sarah kay says good things come in threes, and she's right, after all.
:: i know that light kills the dark ::
:: i know that art is the voice even when it never speaks ::
:: i know that mystery is just that, and it's okay to not know ::
and it's okay to let Him be the mystery of Love and Flesh and Man and God all in one small infant bundle, growing up up up to be Death and Life and Salvation and Water and Broken Bread with Wounds that Heal.
that is what i know. no more shaking ground for i stand on What, on Who i know.
because i write what i feel and i feel what i know. and i know Him and little else. but that's power, okay? that Light is more than enough. that Water is more than enough.
because i know these things. Him and Him only.
everlasting, time over time, from age to age.
Alpha and Omega, You answer. because You know
more than three things.