Sigh Finding

It is not your love that sustains the marriage, but from now on, the marriage that sustains your love.

Their prison is only in their own minds, yet they are in that prison; and so afraid of being taken in that they cannot be taken out.

I’m not an advocate of “self-acceptance” in the way it’s culturally marketed. I think it’s good for our egos to get shaken up, and when they do, instead of ignoring the toxicity that flares up within us, invite God to extract the poison of your brokenness, and experience the joy of self-growth—something far more beautiful than mere acceptance.

As for God, His way is perfect.

The only imperative that nature utters is, ‘Look. Listen. Attend.’

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.