After the red sky last night,
and all the sparks from the steely words
colliding with each other.
The sun rises on calmer waters,
and I prepare to sail.
Not afraid to fail.
"Somewhere in the process of obedience to the law, in the turning to scriptures to discover more from them, the sight and sound of the living – active and moving – God whose Word dictated their deeds was replaced by the ritual itself. There he stood amongst them, unknown to them, lamenting their self-blinkered hearts, ready to intervene and bare the cost".
It's Complicated 