I have no use for these other loves.Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love.Thank them for their love.They are so kind.Perhaps store them in the fridgeFor others to take....
You have already lost if you are always fearful of losing everything.
When you are here, God is near.
Prejudice is an act of violence.
If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful?
You want to become a better person?Just give thanks. Give thanks for all of it.
Let us give thanks for our shadowsfor they are there in the first placebecause of the presence of light.
Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.
Close your eyes. Meditate on your love. This is God.
Maybe stories choose how they are told and who tells them.
There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.
I am humbled by the grace of God.I am humbled by the beauty of this universe.Humbled by others' kindness.Humbled by life.I drop down to my knees and give thanks.
A soulmate is a direct pathway to God.
I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.
To see her is to be seduced by her.
These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!
Break open your heart so that I may enter it.
Last night, I spoke to God.I told Him my plans. He started to cry.I thought I was great to move The Greatest to tears.He said that He was crying only becausemy plans were very differentthan His plans...
I long for the day when I hear the musicwithout any song.
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.