time time time.

in the midst of simple community last night
i was reminded of a utopia

that doesn't exist.

i want to live free.

i want to be alive.

i want to love where i am at.

yet still hunger.

still long.

still thirst.

still be lovesick.

and still pant for Him as a deer pants for the waters.

the great dichotomey.

(and isn't that all life is)

as j. upton would say so eloquently,

"He lives in the tension..."

you decide what's beautiful.

you decide what's glorious.