the scary thing about words is
they are not tangible.
someone could steal them
as soon as I write them down,
or type them out,
or whisper them softly, 
and claim them as their own.
but it was my heart that gave them life.

the scary thing about words is
they sometimes mean so much
and then suddenly, nothing at all.
they once had wings and gave you flight,
and then they made you fall.

the scary thing about words is
they may not be enough for you.
but they are all I have to give to you,
for you want me at a distance
that is not arms length.

 the scary thing about words is
I mean every one I say to you.
I hope you feel their depth and weight,
I hope you take them in,
and swallow them whole,
and come back to me
and breathe your own words
right back into my life. 

the scary thing about words is
there are three that only make sense
when said to someone else,
and for me,
I think that someone is you. 

Utterly in awe of supernatural love and the way it spreads itself through every single crack that we so carelessly create, every hole that we so recklessly dig, every corner that we so clumsily drag ourselves into and covers it with a radiance that blinds all the stains and smears we thought defined us. Cannot even begin to express the thankfulness for a light that is not only bright, but warm; a truth that is not only permanent, but personal; a love that is not only free, but intimate and eternal and absolute restoration for these dry bones, this filthy flesh, all of our destructive desires, and the world’s deadly lies. 

To wake each morning with that same light flooding through my windows and washing over me and to fall asleep each night with that light wrapping me tight and resting my head is a gift I will never be deserving of. 

Love. Love is the light. Light in the darkness, light in the darkness of me, and you, and us. Light that never fades, light that never goes out. Love is the light and it always wins. No matter how dark the night becomes, the moon still pierces through the blackness and the sun always rises. Love is bigger.

nobody cares if you stay or go 
so let your gypsy soul roam
darling, this world ain’t good for you
keep your tired eyes set on home