Even when it's dark outside, when the wind howls and the storm rages; even when it all feels hopeless, when I'd love to curl up in hole and pretend there's nothing else; even if I can't see the light at the end, and I've lost sight of where life is going; even if I can't feel it, I can still remember, or remember what remembering is like.
You are the movement and fight in me. There is joy, small & fleeting, but hopeful, I have been saved.
"Remain in me, and I will remain in you"
To do otherwise would be an active step away, remaining is the easiest act I can do, and it is the only thing I can do.
The battle has already been won, the joy is ours.
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