My soul is such a mess this afternoon. . .

Soothing sounds of Gotye might do some good, , , but I am not sure it is going to heal the giant wound in my soul, which always thought it was too late, and so never took the courage to go. . . I was on my way, and something evil got in my way, , , I hesitated, and then it was all for naught. ..

My hope is that we haven’t been irreparably broken. . . that is the essence of my hope.