“Sorry to unload on you like that,” he said
“I’m glad you did,” I said,
“So many times we go through life,
carrying burdens, situations
not knowing who we can share it with
but not quite able to bear the burdens ourselves.
We lose sleep, become stressed
because we feel all alone.
Yes, we talk to God and that is a great place to start,
but we still fear the judgement of others.
It’s not until we tell another human being
and they meet us with open hearts and minds
that we can begin to lay our burden down-
or, rather, finally have someone
to carry that burden along
til the carrying is done.”
“I couldn’t do that, people are watching”
It’s exactly because people are watching that we must do it
Do what is light and love and true
For if we do not, if we are silent,
we silence the Holy Spirit inside us
the voice, our Jiminy Cricket,
that instructs on all that is pure and good and holy.
Do it so that people will see,
for their sake and for yours,
a taste of something good
I love you
the way you talk and the way you move
your curves and the work of your hands
I love that I am yours
and you are mine
and that we are in this thing together
You are more than at my side
You ARE my side
and that’s Biblical
My Eve, mother of all that is good
I love you I love you I love you
My darling, the one the only you
Thank you for choosing me
as I have chosen you
today tomorrow and always
If you are a bird, be a bird
If you are a cat, be a cat
If you are a wildebeest, be a freakin’ awesome wildebeest
Focus on what you are good at,
celebrate the diversity of others
Contemplate the platypus
We’re all weird and wonderful
in our own way
They held each other’s hands
as they watch the sun descend up on the waters.
they laid back upon that picnic blanket,
there by the lake,
as the moon arose.
“I thought I was alone in this world,” said one.
“Me too,” said the other.
“I’m glad we’re here,” said the first.
“Me too,” seconded the second.
And they cuddled and cooed
until Sun rose up again.
Here we are
standing on your balcony
singing gospel songs
across the valley
Old memories hang
like the raincloud overhead.
We sing to overcome their sadness.
We raise our voices high above
to the heavenlies.
We sing sweet harmonies
because it brings us joy.