Her heavy limbs find refuge in my softened body. She stirs and Her eyes blink wide and meet mine with delight. Please draft a recipe so I can bottle up this sweetness and drink it for the rest of my life.
Her heavy limbs find refuge in my softened body. She stirs and Her eyes blink wide and meet mine with delight. Please draft a recipe so I can bottle up this sweetness and drink it for the rest of my life.
Spence is actual sunshine, and I, the lucky girl who got to marry the sun. I soak in his splendor and marvel at his light.
He feels like green-laden fields bathed in sticky summer. I shower in that joy daily.
I wish time would slow down. Maybe then I’d be so overflowing that I could sustain myself on the mere memory of what this feels like
Surrounded by the sweet earth,
my worries quiet
I try to hear the chorus of the leaves and roots
laying testemant to their kind Creator
It's been 5 years since I started stripping the magic from my eyes and ears
Once bare, I found myself firmly planted in adulthood
That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had his hand in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel,
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry
but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?
How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled –
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?
Her heavy limbs find refuge in my softened body. She stirs and Her eyes blink wide and meet mine with delight. Please draft a recipe so I ...