.: reality and the unsurpassed :.

Regret. It leaves us desperately wanting to rewrite the past. We had set out with great expectations of what would come of you and me. The story has taken turns and twists that leave us wanting more. But spaces remain that could easily make it all dwindle down to the mistakes of our best intentions. We would never have wanted to cast shadows upon what stirs the deepest of joy within us. And it's not as if it continues to be so effortless to repeat. We can try and try harder each time, but we cannot reshape how things have already come about. There is far too much going for us to allow such moments to surpass what lies within the future. But will it haunt us in unguarded pieces of our lives? It was absurd to think that we could find perfection in every movement, though I admit I was hoping for it for us alone. This life contains more muddle to it than I am used to living with. Traditions and systems have taught me otherwise for far too long. But days like these are stretching us, painting with colors darker than the past. But we have done nothing upon which shame could attach itself for any longer than an instant. Daylight calls us into that life beyond ourselves, in which we find the essence of both Creator and Creation. We can rise above what we want and enter into what we long for. These emotions, they come and they go. But that which has been unsurpassed becomes reality as we surrender ourselves at any given occasion to what will speak His glory into that which keeps unfolding. We have no room for regret in our hearts, for our spirit desires to see that work take root. And it is, brilliantly erasing every opportunity for disappointment to creep in. Tastes of things to come are moments of unfading hope. We can continue, knowing that we cannot unravel these ties of devotion.