I have been on a search.. A search for a saint.. But have found none.. I have been on the road for to long.. To find a saint is to find something that cannot be found.. All lights have been dimmed by sin.. None shine bright.. But what I found is that although dim they still shine.. Some are brighter than others.. Some are close to even shining as bright as a saint.. There is light left in this world after all.. Its not a perfect shine.. But they do still shine.. Even if they are dim by sin.. There is always a chance to shine brighter..

The things she said to me 
Settled into the crevice 
Of my heart 
Previously unoccupied 

The tighter she hugged me
The warmer I felt
I could never recreate 
Her love for me

The words 
"Adopted" float around 
In my head
Like clouds in the sky

I've thought about it
A thousand times
And now I know
She thinks of it too.