waiting
turning corners
flowing ranges that were previously impossible( improbable)
excusable reasons of disorienting relational diaspora.
What kind of world is in me when I numbly do what I mostly am attempting to stand against?
How to change my focus to what I am to stand for
letting the slips slide and the glories climb
that my whole may be sanctified to heal the lives and sight of those caught in the similar self drifting darkness.
