Vulnerability

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and you heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

"I've been turning up the stones of my own discontent,
and I'm finding out where all my hidden sorrows went
They've been laying there for years, I kept them out of view.
But its time I dust you off and take a good look at you.

Oh, how long

Oh, how long


Well its easier to clench your fist and grind your teeth,
than to look into the sadness that lives underneath.
Well you can kill off all those feelings, they'll just turn to ghosts.
They'll take over your house and become the host.

Oh, how long
Oh, how long

Well the man of sorrows walked the shores of Galilee,
and his eyes were cast with joy toward the crystal sea.
Where all the shadows will be gone and all these bitter tears,
and my heart will hang on that until the dawn appears.

Oh, how long
Oh, how long.
Oh you, you won't let me go."  MPJ, Until the Dawn Appears