wonder.

//Charcoal smudges flew in shapes of birds,
across a sky of blue unparall'led,
and I believe we overheard His hymn,
hidden amongst the joyful woods,
as we tread between their dresses green
into innocence unspoiled. //

The hunger in my stomach is so small compared to the depth of how I long to know Him. Through a wondrous forest today and afterward I stumbled (no coincidence) upon these words: "Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the eart, and their words to all the world." Time spent well these days with hearts so close to mine, but closer to His and it draws me in -to mystery, to wonder, to innocence. And, I've made a decision, more compelled to it. be still my beating heart. but night can not calm these thoughts that fly to eternity.

"No such thing as too much passion. That's what dead people say... [well that might be a little too strong of language] but honestly. LIFE IS PASSION... and passion is purpose. and purpose is... people and ... yeah. NEVER lose that."