Today is irony.

Can words in their lowest moments become poetry in its deepest moments?

Irony is poetry.

Today is poetry. 

And in my deepest moment,

it is well with my soul.

God is not safe. But He is good. 

Good in a more substantial sense than I will ever see with this pair of eyes.

I'm looking forward to the new set. They're on layaway; 

I'll cross 

my fingers that they're 

blue again.