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So when does it get better? When the time for better meets you Where destruction once made you doubt

You begin to realize this life you live Is precious This love you have to give Is divine This grace that fills the room Is heaven sent And that you my dear Are worth another day

When does it get better?

It’s grief The middle passage Between who you once believed yourself and the world to be And who Source now calls you to be

You learn not to rationalize Or spiritualize away the pain You lean not on what you once understood But what the reality today is showing you

You accept that the Devastation Destruction Depletion Despair Was real That it happened Without Minimizing the pain Diminishing the impact Avoiding the reality of what happened

The thing that made you doubt if you could trust yourself The devastation that made you question reality When does it get better?

I pray this is the year God doesn’t have to make me miserable to move me I pray this year He doesn’t have to blow things up to get me to step up This is the year I want to go after God not because I’m hurt But because I’m hungry

So do not worry All will be made good and well You simply need to believe in it And act in faith that it is already written Amen

I sat beside the bed of a man whose soul had gone beyond the veil He spoke in parables And asked questions only those whose soul was being tested would think to ask And the wisdom was this There is no need to toss and turn with whatever slice of the bread of life you have

He shared a message stressing the importance or knowing who you are whose you are and what’s within you You are a child of God You are the muse which inspired a new life You are pure potential remembering their path and their claim in this world

There is no need to prove equality There is no need to keep counting costs He told me The world is inherently imbalanced But what brings things into rightness Is not the actions of others But your sense of balance and right regard within yourself

“Where you been? You seem different now?” Don’t mind me I just realized who I am beneath the mounds of trauma

“Where you been? You seem different now?” Don’t mind me I’ve just been mourning the person I believed myself to be