Wordless Conversations.

the sky was aglow through the heaven pinholes-

& we drove and drove- into the dark-

& we watched the star's kindle and spark.

the heavenlies were falling down, down, down.

& my heart was spinning round, round, round.

there is mystery and faith in that distant mass of space-

though their miles away, I can feel shadows on my face.

& your into me like gravity,

pulling me deep, almost fast asleep,

into your wonder,

love like thunder,

down, down, down,

falling to the ground, ground, ground.

how can your love consume me like fire?

like I'm a burning flame of heart-running sky wild.

petrify me, launch me like the stars you create,

mold me into your heavenly jewel as I wait.

I will be yours,

I want all of you & more,

set me like a jewel on your crown, crown, crown,

I will be found, found, found.

If I was queen.

Love paints the sunset

my heart is drawn to fields that 

we run through and just let 

heaven do the talking.

The dark shade of blue fades into the sky

the mystery gazes into our eyes.

Spread out under telephone wires

watching distant burning fire.

The stars, they hung there all wild,

like beautiful sounding music, from the telephone wires.

I looked up and thought

 'wouldn't it be neat if we could play the stars"?

In the dark, I thought,

'I bet that'd sound amazing, if I could sing the stars."

I don't know what their song might be,

But I will sing.

We belong,

We belong,

We are strong and burning brighter.

Don't give into defeat,

You have your own kind of beauty,

Live like you were queen,

Sing your heart,

Play the stars,

They reveal who you are,

Who you are, you belong.

To Be Known

To be loved is to be known and to be known is to be loved. 

I don't know you, but i would like to get to. 

We could converse about things that have meaning,

We could declare something wild if our hearts could start singing.

We could secure our place in the heavens and rejoice in our youth

And take charge of this planet in what is ours and the truth.

I could tell you about star's and you could tell me about heaven,

I would listen with all my heart and get to know you more intensely. 

I don't know you, but I would like to get to.

Because, to be loved is to be known and to be known is to be loved.

Within our union we could take on the world and start a revolution.

I would like to be known by you. 

In your truth. 

Know me.

And I will know you.

You were made for amazing things.

And I was made for the same.

We were made to be known to our core,

and in our knowing we were made to be loved by Him.

This could be great. 

I know it. 

I will wait.

I will be patient.

I will love and know you more.

love you,

I will be known to my core.

Why are these my hands?

  My heart feels things my lips cannot articulate. My tongue seems to, most often, fall short of communication. But there is something in my hands that is daring and alive and it floods my nerves with passion and zeal that is not easily put to rest. I sometimes wish i could just shove my fists in my mouth so that some of their brilliance could then flow out. I just know it would sound amazing! Sadly, it doesn't work like that.

love is not a feeling

Love is not A FEELING. Instead, what I feel by my act of love is the affect of my love, or in some cases the result of being loved. But love should never be confused with an emotion, sensation or enjoyment. 

It is not the softness or simplicity of the object of affection that always compels us to give, but in fact the unyielding, undeserving, stubborn one that challenges us to choose to love. 

Love is often laborious and tiresome. It is by patient endurance that we are able to come into complete awareness of the selfless, painful, sacrificial and marvelous dimensions of this consuming love. Once we have been acquainted in this manner we become conscious of the outcome of our love; the ways in which we provoke goodness out of another by the means of our unwavering persistence. She may be rough, resistant and uncouth, but you will love her and love her, tell her she is gentle and sweet and love her more and more, challenge her prudish heart and untwine the complications of her reluctance; this is the ultimate function of love. 

If we are to love only those who reflect our love back and feed our greedy hearts on a feeling we are but a waste.

Love is NOT a feeling.