Tillain exhale from all that besets the day. Held ever in the arms of love not forgotten or cast aside, I am loved. Despite this life, purpose is never diminished by the onslaught of the day's rage. Peace be still, rest in truth, graced in love. For it's there, there where we are never out of reach but always able. Pull back the bow and let the arrow go forward. Momentum, stored energy. Sometimes we have to tap the reserves to make the turn