The end of the dance.

Two souls knitted together, forced to tear apart.
Once so close, now so far.
I thought I could help carry your burden, I thought I could fix your pain.
I wanted to save you, but I am not the saviour.

I dreamt of running away to the woods together, to start a new life.
Away from this world and all of it’s strife.
But I know that is not wise,
We must confront what we need to head on.

This dance, the one only we knew, has come to an end.
For I was not enough of a man to protect.
I wish I could come running back, to tell you it’ll be okay.
But in this fallen place, that may not always be the case.

You may hate me now, you may understand in time.
For your greater good, I’m happy to be a bad guy.
Now in this life this may be our goodbye.
Until we meet again at the place in the sky.

Where death, crying and pain has all disappeared.
He will wipe your tears, He will dwell here.
But you can’t rush the race; you have to press on to the prize.
For this is, Christ.

- a journal entry by Ello van Haeften