P.s.

How did I get to see you
the way you really are
not like in your photos,
immaculate, but boring.

In a foreign land,
where I should have never been
so messed up inside and out
so open and yet so empty.

It burns to see you in this web
of drama and puffed up plans
You're so cool but I can see your truth:
You don't hide it from my ache.

We were never meant to be this way
this facade of darkenness
In a pit of relentless shit
why can't we just make amends

Helping Christ save the world

I was asking my Catholic/Calvinist online community if we can earn graces for others, essentially, if we can save the souls of our peers, though our own righteousness (self-control and self-denial).

A poster said this, which I found to be profoundly poetic:

"We become holy through Christ. He challenged us to be so, just as the Father is Perfect. Nobody claims to have the righteousness of Christ. Free will is a key element in this mystery. We are told by Christ to take action - take up our Cross, keep our lamps trimmed, be perfect, do this in memory of me - these are actions which we in cooperation with Grace take. It is instrumental to our ultimate justification - and it is fair to recognize individual goodness or conformity with Christ. Paul says to imitate people who are such people 

So yes, we can say 'yes' to God and help him bring others to the family."

True Romance

If I still had a heart
I would have left it on that rock
That gentle waves would try to lick
And where the lights glowed magnificent.

But I gave that all to God,
Not too long ago
So I'm both grateful for that time to grow,
But still raw enough for it to show.

Therefore my soul is safe
My character is sound
And a memory is now good enough
To not reap what I did not sow.