My eyes were innocent then. My eyes saw the beauty and the wonder of the world. My heart hoped for goodness and knew that nothing could triumph over the truth.
I stand at the precipice of adulthood. My crib lays broken on the rocks below. A tattered and splintered shell of what it once was. Could I ever have predicted this?
You knew, before the earth, the choices I would be faced with. You saw my love, which has not dimmed or withered, grow from nothing into purity. Scorched by the fires of demonic voices, that love has only become so much more refined.
They asked. My answer is simply, no. No, I could never have seen what was coming when I started this life. Yet with each day and each passing gale, I glimpse the reality you have placed within me. Unshaken, unbroken, and unafraid, you encourage me to speak the truths aloud. For you, Father, they will stay upon my lips and by you, father, they will stay within my heart.
I love her.