O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”

I like you,
I know we spoke not a word to each other,
but you wiped the fog off the window,
while the rest were content to remain in stupor,
instead of watch the masterpiece of nature and men pass by.
So I know you aren't broken by the world.
Your curiosity yet survives,
you do not take your eyes for granted.

When the bus threw us together as it swerved,
My bottle clattered to the floor,
You reached for it before I even noticed it had fallen,
So I know your heart has not been deadened by the apathy of the world.

Your face yet retains the softness of youth,
your mouth is not hardened from disappointment,
nor your eyes wrinkled by experience,
even though you’ve seen hardship,
because one cannot live in this world without encountering suffering.  
You have guarded your innocence and your tenderness.

So without hearing your voice, I knew your spirit,
and together we watched the rain cleanse the earth until we reached your destination.
Good bye my friend.
Don't worry, I kept your window clean.

The wind that drove the crashing waves,
and chased away the stormy clouds,
caressed her skin and stroked her hair,
She knelt beside the sandy spires,
her tiny hands worked with care,
to build the towers ever skyward,
Many stopped to look with wonder,
a child had made a thing so grand,
Then they saw him, not far away,
gazing on her with tender eyes,
beside his castle standing there,
She turned towards her father’s feet,
and raised her eyes up to his own,
smiles spread across their faces,
and found each other in loving embrace.

As the pages fell away like drops from a roaring waterfall, she discovered the girl in the story was not very unlike herself. And she was reminded to hope in her dreams, however small they might be.

Even when it thundered and poured, the sun still shone around her because she made her own sunshine. She believed every second was better than the one before and kept her eyes fixed on possibility. People were drawn to her like months to a lamp and left full of light. But she herself was never depleted.

I wish that you were you but not quite you. Do you understand?
I like some parts of you but I feel I'm being cheated of the better parts.
Perhaps later, when the parts that make me laugh, feel safe, and see the world in a better light, have swallowed up the parts that drive me crazy; maybe then we'll meet again, sweep each other off our feet, and rekindle our wildfire.

And as she watched the sunrise on her future, her heart fluttered with anticipation for the next great race.