💔

A glass carrying a full brim of sweetness and warmth had to break at my first sip.

Three days of eyebags filled with dejection and self-induced stress tide over had to welcome back an unappreciated fourth of its kind.

Afraid of what the dawn brings, 
A joy stolen by the midnight thief,
I found my dried tears replenishing its flow in the middle of the night.

On its way

It's difficult to survive and push for the unseen, but that's just how faith operates.

Labor into His rest.