Florida

Thank you for teaching me

that the best part of living,

of pushing through trials and errors

and breaking down barriers,

of having valleys and mountains

and moments of pure laughter,

 

the best part of living through blissful days

after rainy days

and the sleepless nights and the beach sunrises,

or the starlit drives

and the evenings of family dinners

with the hard goodbyes,

 

the best part about all of this

is I get to keep all of myself

and all of you.

To Love You More

I want to love you more than anything in the whole world–

more than the moon and the stars

over the ocean at night,

or the beautiful mountain-tops streamed in sunlight.

 

I want to love you more than the flower gardens

and the summer rain,

more than the thrill of travel

and the depth of pain.

 

I want to love you as high as the sky can reach

and deeper than the earth’s deepest beach,

far beyond the circumference of the world,

and timeless, as this galaxy’s worth.

 

But sometimes– I don’t love you at all.

And I put off thanking you, for forgiving me.

And sometimes none of my words make sense–

when that’s all I feel I have to offer or pay with.

 

But the price is so high and my words are so limited.

And I want to give to you,

but there’s nothing I can do or say for this,

 

because it is Your love alone that can reach me.

It is Your love alone that can keep me.

 

And if I want to love You

more than anything in the whole world,

I need only Your love.

For You are love itself.


1 John 4:8

 

How to be Your Own Person

Maybe you cleaned up your toys and brushed your teeth,

You put on your jammies, ready for sleep,

And crawled into bed, waiting for mom

To come to your room and sing you a song

To go to sleep.

 

Her singing is sad and she almost cries

And that scares you, so you too rub your eyes,

Because now it is so that something is wrong

And you wonder how you two will now move along

In your sleep.

 

But she takes your fingers away from your eye,

She says, “Honey,” and breathes a deep, hopeful sigh,

“Mommy is sad, but you don’t have to be.

You are your own person and that’s the way it should be.”

 

“Mommy is sad, but that’s just for today,

Tomorrow we’ll wake with a bright, new day.

And how are you feeling? Weren’t you happy before?

Yes! That’s okay. You can be happy more.”

 

“I believe in you for all that you are,

I don’t want to stop you, it won’t get that far.

You are allowed to think what you do.

It will never upset me, in spite of my mood.”

 

“So now, close your eyes and drift off to sleep,

Dream your sweet thoughts which are oh so unique.

Know that it’s okay to feel the way you do,

Because no matter what, I will always love you.”

-December 2015

High Noon

And in all of this.

Through all this photo reel.

Through all the words I wrote

and erased and composed and

poured into.

In all the sleepless nights

and starlit drives

and parking lots

and chance and odds,

there lingers a version so different

than the reality that came to be known.

In all of this

it will be looked for and memorized

through all the rising suns

and dipping moons,

 

for it will always pain me

to miss you in the noon.

My Favorite Song

there is a song i have sung

my entire life.

it is the two bookends

for every experience captured in between,

split in the middle

to meet me in every moment of need:

in every high and low

and every misconception,

making every lovely redirection–

 

it always comes back to singing

You and me.