your lightbulb burnt out, the Lord’s timing, when I told you about my new love and the lack of it, in the now-red hue of your room you began to shake. He is Good, whoever pursues their own life for any reason will lose it. I have. And I have found it again in Him. Why is He so good to me? Rescuing my eyes time and time again. Unwrapping my cellophane heart. Turning me inside out. Words will always pale to describe Your work