I'm slowing my thoughts down - I can't control them anyway. I can't make sense; I can't find a solution. I can't create an exit, and I just can't seem to fix it. Everything is slipping and sloshing and messing -
I pause in the chaos.
Sovereign
You are sovereign.
I will be still.
You are sovereign.
I will wait for you -
to do and make and breathe and fix and change and grow and heal and bend and snap and twist and throw and soothe and blend and shade and crop and snip and stitch -
because you know and see; your hands can hold: strong and big and soft.
I'm leaving me up to you. cos i'm so small.

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hey. i dont know if you'll read this. but i want to keep in touch with you. email me. foreverweakforeverable@yahoo.com
hope to hear from you soon.
Jason W
den, nice post :)
your writing is so full of beauty.
"I'm leaving me up to you" - Gosh, that has to be the strongest image I have of you, Den. Surrender. It's not the words really. Everyone always comments on if they like the words or not- this is silly. I like the idea of you leaving yourself up to God (and the way it inspires me too) far more than I like the way it was the simplest, greatest most poetic way to finish your crazy beautiful blog.
Words don't mean a thing unless you live them.
i would love to know who left that completely incredible comment. thankyou.
just a fan...
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