Every delayed destiny has ended because you started and you're not stopping.

This love, this flow, this joy, every thought that takes you back into the world.

You turn back to me.

You come back to praying in spirit.

You come back to praying in joy and fire.

You let this love speak. It often just sounds like a whisper

under your breath, speaking to me, praying to me, pleading to me in a language you don't understand,

interceding in a way that you know not, in a way that I send out, and the way you send out

angels. And the beauty is you don't know, but you trust

the one who does.

It's been rough, seas, lately.

I know.

You've been weathering the storm, but you're holding fast to me.

Let the waves crash.

They can't harm you.

You can't drown. I saved you. Save them. Don't let them tell you. It's not a feeling. I am. I love you.