Tuesday, March 22, 2016

I Wrote This For You

You may not think that I wrote this for you, and that's okay. You might think that you found this by accident, and that the person for whom this was really intended has long since read it or missed it in a universe of words. Either way, they've moved on. And now you've come across these words. That's okay. I just wanted you to know that I really wrote this blessing for you.

May your broken heart be healed.
May the sorrow you've kept quietly in the corner of your mind be washed away.
May you find comfort in the knowledge that you are not the only person with joys and sorrows too tender to be shared with the world, and that working through intimate emotions by yourself does not mean that you are alone or misunderstood.
May you have the strength to realize that when you are misunderstood, it is by people who also have feelings to deep to share with the world.
May you have patience with yourself and others.
May you be able to understand the things that are said outside the shape that words can give them.
May you have all the light and hope that you need.
May you be blessed with the knowledge that even you feel weak, alone, impatient, tired, and thoughtless that you, yourself are enough.
May you be yourself.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Homecoming


Homecoming

Day’s far gone now, it’s past twilight
The new-made stars are heaven’s bylight
To the lights coming on in the homes of the town ahead.
The day’s been long, the journey grand
The joy of wandering ‘cross the land
But now it’s time to return to my home and my bed.
The gravel crunches beneath my feet
I’ve gone so far, done many feats
And now I’ll take my well-earned, cool, gentle rest.
In all my travels, one thing I’ve found -
Elsewhere the wonders and treasure abound
But the return from the journey remains the part that is best.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Can't


Can’t

I can run across the world in a second
I can jump from star to star
I can fly to the end of the universe
But I can't walk to where you're sitting
Cross-legged on the summer grass
I can lullaby the ocean to sleep
I can laugh with comets as they burn their way
I can talk to butterflies with the voice of the wind
but for you I cannot open my mouth
To tell you that I love you.