Waking Up to Hope and Dread

When I wake up in the morning,

I experience

In equal amounts,

Hope and dread.

The hope comes from the

Expansiveness of the Eternal and the

Depths of the Divine, both of which

Comfortably make a home in the depths of my soul.

The dread comes from the

Depraved diabolism and the

Maleficent machinations that

Perniciously taunt me through the windows of my soul.

The former is a pure gift given

Despite my sin

Separate from my failures and

Filled with forgiveness.

The latter is an odious attack

Against my faith

Tearing away at hope

Filled with treachery and deceit.

Perhaps I am the problem.

Have I failed in my vocation?

Perhaps I am a target.

Have they decided I am a bane to be discarded?

I choose love.

I choose it in the temporal.

I choose it in the eternal.

I choose love over everything.

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