We begin.

We begin again.

And then again, and again and again.

It never stops. It never ends.

Endless. Boundless.

Never ceasing. Never ending.

Infinity.

The end is the beginning. The beginning the end.

 

We can’t.

We wont.

We will.

We always have.

We always will

Hold in our possession

A boundless effort of evermore beginnings.

Evermore starts.

 

We label them restarts.

Redos.

Do-overs.

But they are crossovers.

We loop in

And we loop out.

Frayed ends worn from time

And the great expanse of continuity.

 

And continue, we will.

Because the continuation of hope

Forces us to press on.

Persevere.

Sever.

Segment.

Compartmentalize.

Only to realize we can continue.

 

We can and we will.

Forged in the faith that we will always and forevermore

Simply be where we need to be.

At any given moment.

At any given point.

Looping in and looping out.

Withdrawing in.

Coming out.

 

Even when we are damaged

Seemingly beyond repair

Beyond our scope of reason

Beyond our imagination

Beyond our control

Beyond the great beyond.

Our imperfections, our chinks in our armor

They are merely cracks.

 

We must be kind to our cracks and lacquer them in gold.

And then hold them just in view.

So you and I

Can strengthen that which once was weak.

And prove, once more, we are indestructible.

Invincible even when we feel invisible.

Power is self-derived.

And self-depleted.

 

Cycling in. Cycling out.

The end is the beginning.

Begin again. And again. And again.

Never ceasing.

Never ending.

Always knowing our infinity is our savior.

Our redemption.

Our reason for being.