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Let love come in and take over.

Let love direct us to where we need to go.

All this is new for me.

All this is amazing for me.

But now that it’s happening, now that I’ve been saved by forces that I still don’t really understand, all I can do is look back with sadness and look ahead with hope.

The sadness is for all the people I’ve fucked up. I’m truly sorry for that. I can’t give back lives and I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I can say that I regret it in the worst possible way.

Regret pulls me in one direction; hope pulls me in another.

Hope is for all the good I wanna do.

The people I wanna touch.

The light I wanna give, just as the light has been given to me.

The light has come back, the same light that came down on me in the Cut when I recovered from Uncle’s death.

Where does the light come from? And what do you call it?

You can call it God. You call it Jesus. These names are good names.

But I call it the miracle of love.

I call it Grace after Midnight.