All the ways I wish I could love You. I wish I could love Youwith a love beyond perfection,without fracture,without correction. I wish I could love Youwith every word of love ever spoken,with every silence love has broken open, with every poem that dared to bearthe weight of love, the ache of care. I wish …
How can a commoner desire a Queen?She radiates a light he cannot bear.A splendor sensed before it’s seen—drawn—yet he dares not stare. Can flesh ever love a soul?The soul—beyond space and time, complete.And the body—dust and ash,fallinginto quiet defeat. And can a shallow breathyearn for the ocean’s depth? A breath—as soon as it is born,perishes—unmourned. …
“From there you shall seek.” So we played hide and seek. At home — and in exile, across the corners of the world. We searched in silence.We searched in cries. Through spring days that overflowedand winter nights of crushing cold. Even when the game frayedand stopped feeling like play. . You win. Come out —wherever …
Bruises bloom along my body,scars grace my face. I lift my voice — My God, my God — I leapt. The air did not become hands. Witnessthese scars of faith.
Wake up, I exhale Your love, as in bed I lay;I pray: thank You for Your faith for another day. Through the sun’s warmth, I feel Your embrace,Your being wrapped around me in loving grace. And when the heat begins to make me swelter,I take refuge under Your leafy arms for shelter. The wind blows, …
I bear a silent, sorrowed load,I’m bowed as I’m breaking.I feel forsaken on this lonely road,Hope seeping out — I’m shaking. But I pour out all my heart and soulTo push back this unyielding boulder.Trembling, I slowly ascend from this toll;I stand and fall on You — head on Your shoulder. I absorb Your gentle …
If I am I, and you are you,Then I am not I, and you are not you—Each self a half, split in two.But if I am you, and you are I,Where being blurs and egos die,Then I become me, and so do you,Not lost, but found in something true.We reach a breakthrough:Our walls collapse, our …
The best part of embarking on a vacationIs not escape from the rush of life—Not relief from the weight of obligation,Or the quiet ache of daily strife. Nor is it the marvelous, breathtaking views:Not the spectacular ocean’s rising tide,Nor the country roads with lush hues,Or the sapphire sky stretched endlessly wide. The best part of …
Oh, how your soulGently overflows,Casting a warm glow,Bringing heaven to earth below. Your beauty is more than skin-deep—More ethereal than a violin’s weep,More sublime than the ocean’s sweep. How you radiate a tender shine,That hypnotizes, as if elevated by wine,Drawing one away from the hands of time. As I bear witness to your lovely face,I …
Soft and delicate as a flower – the heart Whole and precious – the most beautiful work of artBut at times, the only balm for someone’s loss Is to sacrifice and pay the ultimate cost And offer a daggered, shattered, broken heart Let it break— As the night dreams of dawn’s light You pine to push away their …