how many times
must I travel this road
such ground beneath my feet
how much longer
must I carry this load
the dead weight of defeat

how many times, hope standing tall
how many times
how many times must I fall
how many times, this all

excerpt from “how many times”

In the late night swirl of the glass. In the skite of the stone kicked into the distance because no matter how we try we cannot really kick ourselves.

How many times.

How many times. The not-yet-question which will not leave us be.

How many times this fear. How many times this dashed hope. How many times this same old mistake.

However many times, I am with you, the voice Love longs we hear. However many times, I will lift you up to try to stand again, the words Love dares us trust. However many times, my begin-again healing is assured, the promise Love aches to make real.