the hands of god

find joy in who you are.. the hands of god I remember alcohol and cigarette butts violence and the occasional cops I remember not feeling welcomed more than loved I remember terrorizing fear and the anguish of exclusion I remember the nightmares of those days even though those memories come to visit me less frequently I remember a world that doesn’t exist and sometimes I wonder was it all just in my head but the facts of how this world came to an end speaks all for itself it left me wondering many times if it was really necessary to go through all of it just to arrive where I am nowadays .. and the answer always is an undeniable yes it’s not so much that I asked for these lessons of life it’s more so that life chose me for this making my life such a wondrous mystery opening me up to love it for what it is ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Heike K