Love the voice of my redemption, restoration, the battle cry of my resurrection… you save me from my inner torment, when I don’t know if I can keep going you call to me once again. Ever deeper, ever knowing, ever consuming. 



There is always a moment on the journey,

when you look up and find yourself in a utopian existence.

To find oneself on the very precipice of beauty unashamed.

The place of “wow,”

of unreserved “awe.”

The moment that stills the very breath within your lungs.

Do not be so absorbed in where you are going

that you miss the precipice.

Witness the beauty of your journey.