crimson truth

crawling skin and aching heart

hope again

darkest night has passed

and new days heat smiles freshly on my back

turn and stand firm to promise

hold tight to crimson truth

and trust



A new me emerges from a cold and dismal night. Eyes widening to the vibrant rays of light that seem to dance and explode through the tree line I face. Stepping slowly and perhaps even pausing with each movement to be sure the next step is to be taken. I continue on, Shaken, but never giving up the pursuit of finding the path I seem to have lost.

My hands trembling as they remember the pain of loss and failure, and yet my heart seems to beat more strongly. So much, that it’s beating echoes, replacing the silence of my thoughts.

And there… in the echoing beat… and sprays of light… I remember.

26 years and 364 days

I’m sure you’ve had your own bouts with trouble, fears, tragedy… I’m certainly no exception. This isn’t some woeful brooding of mans last 2 days before 27, but rather, a reflection.

A reflection of loss. Hope. Brokenness. Dreams.

Season’s of epitaph to hope seem to have repeated. But, my heart is bound to relentless hope. I do admit.. this hope that has seemed to fade strongly from time to time and yet to never fade completely. A hope seems to be ever set before me. A hope for growth. Maturity. Freedom.

So, on the edge of 27 I stand. Not without some level of fear, but certainly with an apt amount of courage.

THIS WILL BE a year of faith, a year of trust, a year of perseverance, a year of obedience, a year of transference, a year of inherent value, a year of strength, a year of love, and a year of full life.

I believe for a stronger year then what these eyes have ever seen. This is a year where hope will not disappoint.