But when has worry ever produced a miracle?
W. SCOTTBut when has worry ever produced a miracle?
W. SCOTTAnd I held onto hope. Like a dear old friend.
W. SCOTTForgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.
W. SCOTTFalling apart to fall together again.
W. SCOTTYou and that love you carry. Like fresh rivers. Like new poetry.
W. SCOTTIn some sad truth, I’ll always want more of you.
W. SCOTTChoose to make every pulse worth it.
W. SCOTTBut maybe, maybe something good can grow from this.
W. SCOTTI think there is miracle always spilling into something.
W. SCOTTYou fit here.
W. SCOTTDon’t be afraid to feel everything.
W. SCOTTI know the light, but I cannot see it.
W. SCOTTThe wound is real but so is the healing.
W. SCOTTBut these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.
W. SCOTTBut I know courage. It is never lost.
W. SCOTTNothing permanent grows from comfort.
W. SCOTT