I thirst for a water
That I cannot hope to find
In any other fount

I yearn for a love
Love that takes away my fear
And erases all my doubt

And I find all these in You

I cry for a Father
Who will take me in His arms
Cover me with His warmth

I hunger for a Savior
Who will calm me in the storm
Pull my soul out of the dark

And I find all these in You

I want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
in the park, in the city, on the beach
a nice, long walk

I want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
someplace with trees
lots of trees
and sky
because I read somewhere that
you can never have too much sky

I want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
and watch people live
make up stories about them
or ask them themselves

I want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
and feel the wind whisper
and send me a message from someone far away

I want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
and forget how it is to rush
to forget
to hurry
to worry

I want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
with a soft sun
or a mellow moon
or rhythmic rain

I just want to take a walk
a nice, long walk
yes
a nice, long walk

fall in love

too soon

let’s watch whales together
let’s catch stars together
let’s collect jars together
let’s put our dreams in those jars together
let’s write poems together
let’s play with foxes together
let’s sail together
let’s count asteroids together
let’s save penguins together
let’s read books together
let’s sing together
let’s eat Poptarts together
let’s paint together
let’s talk about elephants riding unicycles together
let’s listen to the willows whisper together
let’s cry of laughter together
let’s ride horses together
let’s discover the beauty in hidden places together
let’s build contraptions together
let’s get lost together
let’s live with different tribes together
let’s…
together

boy in blue
awkward you
sitting there
hunchbacked in your wooden chair
not speaking
just watching
feet shuffling in your gray slippers
speak.
tell me your story.
tell me about your sister
i know her
but i don’t know you
loosen those strings
tell me about
the times you weren’t
a boy in blue
awkward you
speak.
tell me your story.
i’m listening.

“Maybe if my legs were slim,
and my lips rose-pink,
and my hair like silk,
and my hands white petals,
you would love me more.
Maybe if I could sing,
and dance,
and capture people with my
star-like smile,
you would look at me more closely.
Maybe if my grades
never saw an 89,
you would smile,
and clap,
and tell me wonderful things.
Maybe if I spoke with
a silver tongue and
could convince with my
bright, 20/20 vision eyes,
you would hug me tighter.
Maybe if…”

Child, maybe, maybe, maybe.
But, really,
even if your legs were elephants,
your lips blue,
your hair seaweed,
and your hands sandpaper,
I would still love you.

Even if your voice
sounded like frogs at night,
and your feet
stepped all over mine,
and your mouth
was cut up from all of that fixing metal,
I would still love you.

Even if your grades
never saw an 89,
I would still love you
and tell you all sorts of wonderful things.
Even if your tongue was bound by chains,
and you tripped and stumbled over your vowels,
I would still love you.

Child, to them your legs may not be slim,
your lips may not be the shade of roses,
your hair may not be silk,
and all of those silly, fickle, worldly things, but
to me,
you are beautiful.
So beautiful.
I breathed out the stars for you.
I created for you.
I shed for you.
I bled for you.
I died for you.

Why
do you still doubt?
Why
do you still fear?
Why
do you still look at yourself
in a way
that makes you question what I have made?

Child, look at me.
Look.
at.
Me.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

“Courage, it’s me. Don’t be afraid.”

“If it really is you, call me to come to you on the water.”

“Come.”

You called out

to me.

I s

    a

      n

        k

and started drowning

a drown

a beautiful

glorious

drown

drinking in

sinking in

grace.