downcast look, blank stare, and puffy eyes. emo (tional), deep (in thought), angst-stricken. the look of hope refused by a hardened heart. (for hope is known to those who’ve heard and she has heard.) she has every right to lose it (or lose herself?). to wallow in darkness until she has groaned in pain. something that still, she could not. or does she?
her soul says freedom of expression. the spirit spells it as hardheartedness.
“arise of sleeper and rise from the dead. and Christ will shine on you.”
shine. this darkness is your night sky and God is waiting for His firechild to appear in the night.
so begin, you must. by picking up the pieces. and searching in the darkest corners for the hidden words and light.
faith is beautiful. lift yourself up downcast eyes.