Losing Real

For those who have found the real

screwed it up and lost it.

My heart aches for you,

not because of the loss,

terrible as it may be.

There is still beauty in the loss.

I mourn not for your melancholy.

There is grace in your longing.

I mourn for you.

For your moving forward.

Even if you find it again,

you’ll never trust it.

Even if Heaven silver platters it

You will question Heaven’s motive.

You should question Heaven’s motive.

You see?

I mourn your loss of the real.

Know that,

even this loss,

is a liberation.

This is—freedom.

This is—true choice.