denied

I noticed, glimpsed, what I really wanted just as it was dying away, and it was too far gone to reconvene.

Our days are too short to quarrel over needless things. And when we do, they pass unlike theyshould - "without a glimpse of joy," "swifter than a runner" - as Job (9:25 )

Our time is short yes, but not futile. Our loves can be fleeting, but have the potential to be permanent if we fight for them.

I say to myself, you did the right thing, but I can't quiet my hearts disagreement.

While I am in distress I say this to you lord. I offer you my heart, promptly and sincerely.