“i wonder why we are able to marvel
at the sunsets streaked across winter desolates captivated by breathtaking beauty, in awe of a creator that encompassed the definitive movement of glorious,
and yet, we look at ourselves in such
disappointment, held captive by the ideal
that we are not enough, that we will never be enough, that we are so far from being marvelous.
as if He didn’t create both.”