holding our breath/about to turn blue/seeing the stars ahead/believe it’s coming true/i
told you
a while ago
the world would be ours–
just wait with me until/
we’ve found that happy
medium, ourselves–
you bring me joy beyond any smile
i could face–
it’s all about the comfort, i’m
never afraid so long as i’ve got to be your man–
i cannot hold on to the rationale–
I cannot be far from you
when you feel so far from me;
I must be at your fingertips,
arm let loose/hands firm–
I cannot be far from you
when the day comes
and I’m still in the nighttime
hoping the dawn comes
but I can’t drive that fast,
it’s more about patience for
the long-run/homerun,
i’m seeing stars and about to
be in the galaxy with you,
my baby, baby,
my wife, love,
my partner/spouse,
love, wife, my
baby, baby, mine.
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The days are unkind to me, though nights and mornings with my Darling are all I’ve dreamt of upon waking, and ‘fore sleeping, beside her. She is night and morning, and my days are walkings, talkings, typings in her memory.
I love her. She rests beside me and I wish nothing more than to be as close as night allows. I want to be happy, with her, forever. That word crashes on my forehead/my conscience as though some great evictor of thoughts. I do not think this is a time; this is my life, and I shall own this with all of my strength, and, if I stumble, I shall rise, knowing she is there to kiss my wounds and beat me up to prove I’m more than able to crack a smile.
?Sometimes you wake up and find your arm around your beautiful spouse, look at the white pillows like they’re fresh-snow cleaned, and thank God for taking you out of a 5-year-prior nightmare. I owe you my life, Lord, and I know this is about as close to repayment as I can come. Your works shall be visible through me; I will join others in proclaiming Your light.
thank You, Lord,
for showing that no path
is untrodden, but
many are untaken with
Your way; i walk
i run
i skip
i jot
to Your beat; i
dance in stride, knowing
the world will circle itself back to me
so long as i dance in Your light.
thank You, Lord,
for showing that no path
is untrodden, but
many are untaken with
Your way; i walk
i run
i skip
i jot
to Your beat; i
dance in stride, knowing
the world will circle itself back to me
so long as i dance in Your light.
slow down to His beating heart; your
rhythm in His hands as He throws you to the stars in known abundance of your growth; He knows you standing before you stretch out your legs to run from Him; He knows you walking back with all the strength saved in crawling so long before feeling His calling to return amongst His flock.
He loves you as you retreat to your soul, and knows you will find Him there, for you He is everywhere you fear to and fear not go; He is your love, your knowledge, your hands steering you the way to where many end but you will begin instead, on His command.
under Your influence, Lord, i sway and fall to knees; You replenish me in perfect love of life; Your word moves the candle’s light without extinguishing the flame; Your wave washes my sins to be the ground i walk upon, taller than i’ve ever been; You hold my head to see the horizon and know Your love is everywhere; You take my arms to be as marionette in walk of the calling You’ve placed on me; You are the sweetest soft brushing against my cheeks when i could not see Your presence before me;You are the stranger who was so familiar and loving without my knowing He was You; i cry before You, as i lay myself at Your feet to wash them with my tears; You are my Friend when i feel alone, my Shade when i feel the flame, my life’s Greatest Joy, my Faithful King and Comedian; You are my God, my Lord, my Savior whose gift i cannot count, immeasurable.
How much farther would you push if you knew I see you from here?
The ends of the earth repeat before you can find me,
But how much farther would you push if you knew I see you from here?
it’s hard to know that i must write in something that may one day be read. it’s hard because i don’t know what i’m about to say, just that i’m about to say it. keep that in mind, please.
i love
being in love.
love is the singular
from so many
plurals.
i love
being told
i am loved.
being loved is
to be known
in trust.
i gave
my life to be
a being i don’t know
until i’ve done
what i’ve done.
may i know
what i am
before i do
what i do.
you may feel lapped
you may see others running by
you may feel their wake smothering you
but God knows you can run faster,
you can pray to Him and He will put wind
in your lungs and a sprint in your legs.
as they scatter their steps in a show of play, we wait and love the relaxation of no anticipation. their rule is to thumb at alls commonalities of their specied condition, and we adore them for this. then you cough, finish your work and I laugh to myself in happy bits.