I know so many will not believe.
I don’t even know what it is I am hoping they believe in.
All I know is that if enemies arise for my efforts here, and they will, I ask only that I believe enough to not be shaken from my passion. To hold my brush over the surface of my calling and keep going in the direction I’ve been asked to face.
Forward.
It doesn’t take much to believe I am putting down beauty, when I am the only one assessing the effect. I pray, for what is this aching of words if not a prayer, I pray, this is enough for my one life now. What comes of this, after?- Not my bother.