Love is the face in the center of our universe. – Ann Voskamp
Cold showers
Squeaky toys
Bubbles freezing on snow
Dogs unsettled
Days of extreme exhaustion
Huge arenas of overwhelm
circling back
again and again
What does it mean that you miss me?
come hold me forever
I don’t belong
here
there
or anywhere
crossovers to groundedness
all is uncomfortable
uneasy
binge-watching heartless
day 2 sucks in this rising strong rumble
I walk in prayer
waiting patient
as my neck takes the brunt
fielding texts from various and
sundry
I use the term ‘home’
to convince myself
this will work
I will get there
I will become
all will be well
things (life) will fall into place
settle around me
from the beginning
this project has run
with long-term goals
no easy fixes
no shortcuts to this championship
Nothing has changed in that regard
This is simply a new position on the battlefield
Boulevard of broken story
Crossroading Grace piled on Grace
There are these flashes of hope
boots on the ground bringing everything I have
love is the answer to that, and every, question
into this place I soften
sing thanks
even with all the odds placed against a win
I believe
💞
Amy Lloyd
Just these two words He spoke
changed my life,
“Enjoy me.”
What a burden I thought I was to carry –
a crucifix, as He did.
Love once said to me, “I know a song,
would you like to hear it?”
And laughter came from every brick in the street
and from every pore
in the sky,
After a night of prayer, He
changed my life when
He sang,
“Enjoy Me.”
Teresa of Avila
The greatest of poems is an inventory – Chesterton
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