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showyoulove Jan 2017
What was it like that very first Christmas? Cold, dark, ***** and smelly, but through all of that, the shining light, the fire of the Holy Spirit and the one who would reach through our dirtiness and smelliness to cleanse the world was born. There was peace, there was joy, there was love and most of all there was hope. Shepherds came from the fields nearby who, upon seeing the star and hearing the heaven's proclaim the good news of great joy, came swiftly to pay homage to the baby king. Born so low so to connect with us and our humanity and in order that he might one day be raised so as to raise us up to more than we can be. The journey to Bethlehem was long and hard. Did you know, did you have any idea what was going to happen to your baby boy? All that he was to do and all that he had to suffer? All of this happened so quickly. There wasn't any time to process any of it. Thinking about t, I am so overwhelmed and I didn't even go through it. But you, a young simple girl, kept all these things and silently reflected on the in your heart. How often do we hear news of something good or bad and simply react without thinking? Or how many of us take the time after a retreat, after being on the mountaintop with God, take the time to keep all these wonderful powerful moments and reflect on them in order to bring them with us back to the valley of our everyday lives? How many of us take the time to reflect on what we learned and try to apply that to our lives and help us to mature and grow as your son did at the home in Nazareth in stature and favor with both God and man? Mary, mother of God, help us to imitate your example and pause for a few moments to take in all that is around us and reflect on these things in our hearts and in our lives. Be with us, pray for us, and hold us in your arms and close to you always. We love you Mary. Thank you for your "Yes" and your incredible faith. May we have the grace and strength and courage to do the same. We ask this and all things through Christ our Lord, AMEN.
Based on Luke 2:19
Annees Jan 2023
my handwriting felt alien for years
like a second personality
handling the fingers
one that goes by the book
mentioned in nooks
not for their looks

this nook filled with dancers
look at their robotic moves
twitching arms in the air
displaying shiny greasy hair
ignoring good posture gives flair  

a sweaty notion notes down
behind armpits leaving stains
creating circular patterns
on vertical- lined tank tops
showing more top than tank

not to be one of them
my narrative of smelliness
gets compliments
its full of hormones
looking all harmonious
and binary friendly

walking to the bathroom
to dry them off
uncontrollably ejecting
was a lot
nobody should notice them
or talk to me

babbling over my tiresome ears
my piercings feel heavy
earlobes start protesting
over a nobody's qualities
their highly highlighted fidelity
to their equally phony others  

trying hard not to take it all in
I whisper in my head
-yes that is a thing-
you can kiss my fluffy ***

fluffy pillows spread in dorms
look too neat
after a party comes at rest
I will keep scanning it
I scatter myself finding you

lets get caught arguing
over abstract world events
war stories of 7 stitches on my eyebrow
invasions of  pink bike wheelies
and the pasta fiascos circa 2009

no dialogue could do
you had a stichomythie going
scattering my friends to have you alone  
was brilliant brains' move
but here comes the big curls  

girl with curls butting in
curls are all over your pictures now
your next trip is Sweden
and your new cuddles last all night
******* over thermal mattresses
looking outside your ranch
it's snowing and inside
she is glowing

If I were to do that with you
I wouldn't let you pay
cause we pay in turns
I wouldn't keep you up
to protect your swollen eyes
cause we exhaust each other

I would gift you more than words
I made sure you had your fill of them

not the big ones I never give away
let them nest in my old heart
cause to utter them would mean
bringing them upwards

to my tongue and mouth
close to my brain
made out of cynicism and bane
you and me can only cause pain

dreaming of our talking
hoping you love me still
you always said you will
lately your face can't mean it

sorry I can't really afford trips often
and it's okay you have forgotten

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