sometimes...

sometimes you think you know
before the truth tells all
sometimes scars bring Him glory
and sometimes the night
draws us to Him
sometimes all we can do is breathe and step
some days we give thanks only for the living of the day
sometimes beauty rises from the fissure
and hope shimmers in the drain
sometimes the warmth comes from the fire of destruction
and the idols crumble
and the only thing that is left is ash and
the dawn of day.