“Step out to the edge of everything…find the weathered spaces looking back at you.”
“Later on, the road is gonna break your world in two….”
It is the mercy of God that at every ending, every shattering, there’s solid ground still beneath our feet, blood still coursing through our veins. Like Charlie rocketing toward the ceiling in Wonka’s glass elevator, all we see is how much it’s gonna hurt.
My heart’s been broken already. My world’s been rearranged more than once. But when I rest from gasping for air, it is there –- life is not as small as it seems.
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