Surrender to my salvation

Maybe its time to let go of the steering wheel. After all where have I brought myself to? A circus with no direction where naught but clowns and jokers are seen. I am adrift at the sea, lost despite thinking I have a good knowledge on how the world works. If this is the circular writing I love so much, then certainly the world has a funny way of coming around. Sending a deep sea fish harolding my salvation. When have I been this moved and inspired. A simple testimony sharing was all it took. Something pure and genuine. It is in this that my hope has been renewed and I shall try once more. It is time to surrender and see where the tide takes me. But I am not alone. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When you look into her eyes you are transported to the eye of the storm. The calm safe harbor in the maelstrom and chaos blowing all around. Eyes that see much too far, with the look of otherness that speaks of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. For she has been there, off the edge, to the land of the dead. And though it’s not getting there that’s difficult, but getting back, She has returned to this land despite the odds, not as a thing of undeath but as something more. Pure, powerful and sure yet Raw, vulnerable, and insecure, the living breathing paradox of human circumstance. She saw the light at the end of the tunnel and captured it behind her eyes. God forbid that light be snuffed for it is a source of infinite warmth for many. Many wars were fought to gain such understanding and insight and with such empathy wars will be won. So let the sky shatter and the earth quake for with an angel by my side, I am not afraid anymore. For that's what they were, the eyes of an angel