I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love
God has prepared a path for each of us to go through. You just have to be able to read the signs he has left.
The fact something is difficult does not mean to be confused.
