The Wolf Was Howling because the Moon Was On the Rise

The sun was blazing because the fire was in her eyes.

My friend G. and i had a talk yesterday that reminded me we have a lot of boy left in us, for as depraved as sometimes we can be we are utterly saved and utterly innocent. for as much as i would love to put my paw on the scruff of the young pup that busted my window (see earlier rant) i know if i got the chance to do as i vented i wouldn't. it would take a lot of depraved indifference and if that is one thing G. and i do not have it is depraved indifference. we may be depraved, we may be indifferent to some things, but we would be in rare form to be both at the same time. we care. put simply we care too much. also, we are, as men, hedonists. we know what shame is better than most because i know we have both done things so terrible that we feel guilty because shame doesn't touch us. Sometimes G. and i look upwards at shame and go "oh the wonder to feel sorry for what i have done." that's what scar tissue will do. however, we want to feel this remorse, and every so often the One will pull back the shade covering our eyes and show us a vision of the cross and we are utterly destroyed. the cross makes us boys and men again, not the seething beasts of flesh and sin we often are. the cross gives me the liberty to meet a girl and not ruin the relationship i am in or ruin anything at all, the cross gives me the liberty to laugh about a comic book or watch a horror flick. every dying gasp of Christ is a breath of life for me, every stirring of the resurrection is a promise between me and the One.

There are moons and suns.