freedom

the old shell is cast off
free to move, free to grow
my eyes are opened to the deceit of that which once enslaved me
i will be free
i have been made free
i am free

the heart

the heart is fickle and knows not what it wants
tossed by the wind and cast aside by the waves of life and love

for the first time...

For the first time in several months, if not a couple of years, I didn't consider the songs of the birds or the shining of the sun a personal insult and mockery from God.