Mark 5:36

new roads lay ahead,

old roads faded into the past,

nothing was as it seemed,

nothing was made to last;

I could use these words

to write a faded memory,

I could cry these tears

over what always had to be;

Christmas and pearl necklaces

were never enough,

no matter how many shots

went down,

in the end she was just

a touch too far,

just beyond the reach

of silent schoolboy fantasies

hidden within small,

sleepy little towns,

still she hesitated for a moment

before heading back

out the door;

is this then it?

the moment for which

you have waited

all your life;

I am living on

borrowed time,

I know that,

but then we are all

living on borrowed time;

some more than others;

I awoke last night,

it was a little past three,

that is the time when it

usually kicks in;

the fear;

when everything is quiet

and you can almost taste it,

that is when I hear

His voice best,

and He comforts me

as He always does;

“Don’t be afraid;

just believe”

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