2020

 the dark hours of the night passed with driving rain that beat and tore at the walls of the house dashing sleep from my eyes an echo to the beating that a year full of the island of dreams coming true and if you know the reference that's not a good thing because if all that our subconscious minds feared and desired materialised before us it would tear our souls in two and we would walk forward, forever broken in pieces yet in many ways this year has done exactly that by ripping away the shrouds of security that we carefully draped around a nice little life like the author says instead of grabbing on to things that are solid we grab on to each other yet we're all sliding off into eternity but what i ponder when shattered i gaze on all that i thought could be as ripped and tattered for now is how much hope can still remain for though it may be cliche shakings bring the possibility of seeing what you are made of and if you are still standing in the midst of incredible heartache you can take a step forward and see that He can bring beauty out of ashes for after all this world is not my home and through the salty water running down my face i can still stand and say amen