There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
I’ve often made mistakes that feel like forever,
a crack so big that I myself fell in,
but it’s true
even in the bleak wisdom
between the cracks
alone in the dark
there is a
wee beam of light that my heart holds onto
redemption at hand…
isn’t that delightful?
it is I
who holds tight my loving heart