I can always write you, tears, sunshine windows,
gently returning appetite, slow dance with life,
my heart spread out like fire, like water,
beating again and again, because it just does.
I could sing you, fears, peripheral ache I ignore,
love washing over every minutest movement.
I look in the mirror, remember, this is my life.
I gather memories, moments like blankets,
keep warm before the ever-unknown.
Love is woven here.
My Heart Speaks Here
- April 02
- I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like!
Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance.
The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are.
I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world.
There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.
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