It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.
When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.
As it peaks over the horizon, does not a sunrise whisper the opportunity to try again. And if the day passes and our efforts were stunted by the bane of our insecurities or blunted by the challenges o...
Resist change at your own peril, Vivian. When something ends, let it end.
Have you thought of an ending?Yes, several, and all are dark and unpleasant.Oh, that won't do! Books ought to have good endings. How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily...
Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?
Without a beginning I am pouring the whole of my existence into the building of endings, while the cross and the resurrection declare that God is incessantly building beginnings from the collapse of e...
The beauty of life isn't the perfectioned moments or storybook endings; the beauty of life is when you fall flat on your face, the Lord picks you up, then you look around and cheer, after all, a merry...
My fear of endings too often blocks my hope of beginnings.
There were never going to be any happy ending for me. I know that now. But that is all right. That is all right.
The irony of lifeIs our greatest fear is to forget,Yet it's the only certain fateThat anything has ever met.We know one day our earthWill find itself victim to time,That nothing will be leftTo tell of...