today i saw a man for a man.

Calloused hands,

rough hewn features

broody eyes, a sunburn.

He said he found it strange

that the manner in which i talked

reminded him of  her

life had once been kinder to him

there was a twinkle in his eye

as he spoke of long lost dreams

a smile skirted across his lips

and in an instant it was gone

his face fell back into

it's a calm resigned state.

He said the only thing worse

than tragedy, was owning it

and refusing to let it go.

Today I saw a man for a man,

trying not to be the bitter kind.

....just in case you have forgotten

He is enough. 

no measure of wrong 

no heart of stone

no depth of hurt 

no tear in the night 

no bondage to sin

no fear within

not even a stubborn will 

is beyond His hand,

His touch, 

His love.

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As life unravels before my eyes i quickly realise that there are no guarantees, no boundaries beyond those in my head , no complete absolutes, no way of being sure that everything will turn out  the way i'd like nor think it should. So why strive in a world devoid of certainities? What happens after I  lose my will? It's easy to fall into a learned helplessness having had your hopes beaten into the ground before. Yet deep inside something stirs, a flicker of light, a sign of life. The fighter  in  me will  not be staying  down, bruised n broken but fighting still.