hands raised we stand and sing words that speak of beauty brokenness and healing

all the flowery songs

some days it’s just not enough to again hear words that wear into the familiar, cliché

my soul aches for answers, something more– deeper, truer

it’s easy to speak in clichés and quotes when it’s not our still aching hearts we’re speaking to–  it’s easy to see solutions to problems that aren’t our own

it’s easy to look into someone’s eyes and silently judge their soul when we think we know answers

but truth is, there comes a time when we must hold doubt and faith together in our hands

until questions have answers which become a reality that’s more than words on paper

i say i don’t know, and i can’t understand

but i will sit with you in the dark until dawns light comes

because you are not alone my friend