A Boys Love

The young boy stands still as the world moves around him. The cities busy traffic, the nights bright lights, the harsh stares, the loving eyes, all of life continues to move forward. His past rolls through his mind like clips from a movie reel, each encounter he has had, each person he has shared life with, each person he loved, and all whom he let love him. To him people matter. As the boy stands still his surrounds change, his appearance changes, however one thing remains constant. The boys love for people, the boy refuses to give up love, because Love refuses to give him up, because Love came back for him.

Open to Answer

There has to be more, I have always known there has to be more, I have felt it. Life is more then just a routine, I refuse to be complacent. Each joy must be celebrated, but why is it I feel it is important that we embrace the pain we feel, to really understand it. Why? Why must we go through this grievance, this suffering?  Because it is said that, "suffering produces perseverance; perseverance character; and character hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because He has poured out his love into our hearts, by the Spirit whom he has given us." And so it happened at just the right time, the perfect time, the only time, His time. Could it have been that this feeling was not just a feeling, but so much more, perhaps a Spirit one connected to those words just spoken, one that has grabbed my life and never let go, one that grabs yours, one that waits to be grabbed. 

How Do I Say Thank You

As the words scroll down the screen my voice utters out words to you, until the display projects, "your grace has overcome my brokenness" at that moment no words come, instead a tear, a single tear is shed, for you cease to amaze me. I am constantly blown away by your perfection, your love, your life. You give and give when I am to selfish to sacrifice just a little. How do I say Thank you?I smile as the piano plays in the background, I can't believe everything that has happened to me, I take a deep breath in, I breath it all in. Where would I be without you? You are the hope that I breath in, you are the everything, everything good in my life. You are, You are everything. Thank you.

A Mothers Love

As the song plays over the radio it takes me back to a time when I felt safe. When a mothers loving voice was enough to provide me the peace to know everything was going to be okay. She would whisper softly, "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine" and as she finished with, "please don't take my sunshine away", I knew from the slight tremble in the tone of her voice that if anything ever happened to me, her heart would be broken. Every heart break every pain I feel she feels, Every joy every piece of happiness she feels. A mother's love will never be forgotten, will never go unappreciated, will never disappear. As the young boy you created turns into the man you hoped he'd become, he realizes those words you said, the feelings you have are so much more, a teaching, a lesson in life, an expression of  HIS love. Thank You.

The Calling

I was lost and you found me. I was laying here in abandonment and you picked me up and carried me. You opened my eyes, opened my eyes to you, to the simpleness, to the truth. You call me to a far away land to a place I don't understand. You engage me into simple conversation, because you care, because each life matters.  Why is it the more I see you the more I love her?  Make less of me in order to make more of you and complete what you have designed. I may not understand the path set forth, but I do understand the outcome, with this I am okay. I will be okay. 

Love is Blind

Love is blind. A statement often said but rarely understood. Its been so long since I have seen clearly, even now writing these words I can't help but think of you. My mind takes me back next to you with my fingers running through your hair and down your arm till my hand grasps yours. It takes me back to the feeling of our lips meeting, the look in your eyes when you saw me, really saw me. My blindness refuses to see, it refuses to surrender. Its time for healing, time to move on, time to fix what been broken to long. Peal away the scab, the scar has set, open your eyes its time to see.

Will I

I wander into the future, I ponder on its possibilities. I reflect on the past the good times, the fun times, the heart aches, the low points. A question comes to mind, was I really known? Did these people around me really understand what drove me, where my passion lay? In a world of limitless possibility, will I rise to become what I am, will I break the cycle of norm and step onto the path less traveled, will I arise to pursue my destiny?