4. It's all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.

In your mercy 
keep us free from sin and
protect us from all anxiety
as we wait in joyful hope
for the coming of our savior  
_________   _________

Last night, beloved, and today, cast out. Pierced by jagged snow in the biting wind, stomach-punched, the last days of March. Staggered.

I felt close to her.
Don't worry, you will feel that again.
I might feel close to her again.
Then again, you might not...
I will probably never feel close to her again.

It's over. You think this thought in another black moment, symptomatic of a common, ordinary madness. Nothing new under your new sun.

Stop the spinning. Look out at the horizon. Quiet your mind. Find the constant in your self, the part of you that doesn't waiver, the part unmoved by outside forces. You knew that place once, or was it just a story?

The bright Blood Moon sets as Easter begins it's ascent. My eyes want only to close - an act of mercy, large enough.