It's funny, but not really...

The way things change.

From day to day
and
year to year...

You'd think that what you thought was true
would always be,

Then clarity.

Clarity like lightning, like
falling snow or whispers.

A flutter, or crash
it's there. Suddenly. That something you never knew you never knew,
until you knew it,
in that flash.

Selfishness
weakness
Pride
pity

Love
Holiness
Mercy
Grace

All realized, given,
not taken.

Received,
not earned.

Awareness isn't something we can show ourselves,
it takes Another.

May He enter soon, and catch me when the truth hit's hard.

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