If my prayer goes unanswered, that’s alright
If my path fills with darkness and there’s no sign of light
Let me praise you for the good times, let me hold your banner high
Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry
And I won’t get better
But someday I’ll be free
‘Cause I am not this body
That imprisons me
The Mountain Goats, Isaiah 45:23
I more frequently feel like the rest of my life is just a waiting to be with her again.