Walk

Wouldn't you like
to feel the Earth
beneath you
r feet?

Wouldn't you like
to feel the Wind
breathe
around you?

Wouldn't you like
to feel the flowers
sing
their sweet saccharine melody?

Wouldn't you like
to walk

with me?

The Ebb

There's an ebb and flow.
I don't know where to go.

It takes me to and fro.
To places I don't know.
And places of familiarity.

Face to face with fear,
And feelings I cannot bear.

So I run
To where I was from
A time of malign
Paradigm

But a place
I found grace

And they keep reminding me
Who I was made to be

Free

Sanguine

She carries herself

with strength and solitude

She hungers for his voice

and longs for his presence

She knows him

as steadfast despite rejection

as steady even amidst pain

She smiles

when she speaks of him

She surrenders

when she sings of him

She sustains

when she stands by him

She told him

I am listening

She asked him 

Why can't I hear you

She thought to herself

for a quick second

Maybe he doesn't speak to me

in a quicker second

She felt him

His hands in hers

warming her

enveloping her

reassuring her

She heard him 

Say

That thought is from the enemy

She listens and she learns

for she trusts

in her Father

God 

Lamentations 3:18-23

Solar Splendor

Beauty is clarity.
Like the break of dawn,
interrupting the darkness
to reveal the world again.

Beauty is steadfast.
Like the morning sun,
rising faithfully
into the blue.

Beauty is undeniable.
Like the blinding sun,
suspended in the sky
at half past noon.

Beauty is warmth.
Like rays radiating,
on the surface of skin
smoothing over the chills.

Beauty is all around.
Like sunshine splashing the land,
hugging every thing with its rays
and missing no one.

Beautiful are you.
And you are radiance.

Making Memories, Memories Melting

I saw Mr. Wade today. For the first time in a long time, nearly 30 months of time. The meeting was so unexpected and in the midst of unexpectedness so profound. There's always something special about accidental run-in reunions; the way that two people's paths cross at the exact right place and right time at one select instant in infinity, just like the way their friendship began in the first place - a meaningful meeting in a moment of eternity.
             Mr. Wade was always an inspirational teacher to me. He was just a junior high gym instructor, but made a big impact on me nonetheless. I just remember how he would joke with the popular kids, like basketball coaches tend to selectively do to their students. Yet, Mr. Wade still made sure to always talk to me. And I'll forever appreciate that; he saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself at the time - and that's what distinguishes an impactful teacher from an ordinary teacher. And I figured I'd never forget him, but I guess the whole lack of seeing him every school day - like any other relationship with a lack of physically seeing a person does - changed things that shouldn't have been changed.
             I'm not sure how I let him leave my memory so easily, but the truth is I let it happen. Seeing him for the first time in forever, the conversation amounted to about a few minutes of simple, short, surface-level stories of life's current situation, but even a conversation like that was comforting. It's really the past and the memories that gives the meeting meaning. Because no matter how much someone changes, those memories will stay the same. 
             And the memories rushed back in. At that moment, he made me realize how quickly someone can be removed from your life, and yet how easily they can come back into it. 
             I saw Mr. Wade today. And I won't let him go so easily this time around.

(Names changed for privacy)

Down

Now this is going to sound cliche - actually, as much as it can possibly get - and it's going to sound like my mom's opposite way of speaking - where she calls a person's actions amazing, when she really means ridiculous, but it's amazing to think that at one point we actually knew each other well. It's hard to believe that there was a time when we could both see potential for a lasting friendship.
             It began like perfection; everything clicked right in place.  And in just a short time, you really did change my life, greatly. Who I am today, I owe much to you, and I'm grateful. But there seemed to be a sudden turn of events, because slowly, everything faded away. But I wasn't expecting it to all come down down down to this. Because it seems that now, we're just a couple, of strangers again.
             I wish I could explain what happened and how and why, but then I would be able to explain everything, from the hopeful beginnings to the hopeless endings. And I can't even begin to describe how these things changed before my eyes and beyond what my mind ever expected.
             I wish I could say we never even were friends, because that's exactly how it feels right now, but I can't, because my life today, changed extraordinarily, is direct proof that at one moment in eternity, you cared about me and touched my soul. I won't say goodbye to my memories, but it's about time I officially said my goodbyes to you. I hope you find who you were meant to be, like you did for me.

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Nightmares under the Nightsky

I tried to back away, farther and farther, but it was no use. The overwhelming sounds grew louder and louder, drew nearer and nearer, until all I could think about was the loud crash that would sound when the great noise caught up to me to seal my imminent fate. And I gave up, a cry of fear, but I wasn’t even sure if I had made a sound at all, for there was no silence to break, only deafening noises that drowned out everything I had learned to say.
             And when I couldn’t speak, and when I thought I could no longer hear, a voice broke the chaos. Not a whisper, like mine, but a voice that was strong, reverberating, and articulate. And He said, “Child, wake up. Your nightmares are only as strong as your spirit is weak. My son already died to rescue you from the thief who wants to steal, kill, and destroy your heart, but I have already taken up your heart to give you life, and I will protect you from harm. You, young and beautiful one, are now flawless in my eyes. You are the crown of my creation and I just want to love and protect you, if only you will allow me. Fear no more, child. One day you will be reunited with me for eternity.”
             I opened my eyes and saw above me a blanket of stars, created by my Father. And below me the surface of the boat, and under that, an expanse of swaying water, created by my Father. And for the first time, I cried, tears of joy, that flowed into the sea. And the surface of the sea gently caught every shining star in its reflection, like a mirror of my Father’s beautiful love.

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