i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

that you don't tell me

am i right?

funny how i stumble across

by complete accident.

what is hidden.

maybe its a reminder from God

to listen.

or maybe im just running out of patience

because the you that i pieced together

is incomplete.

distance strengthens my love

and weakens yours..

and allows anger to seep in.

i see you for everything that you are.

now i do.

doesn't mean anything less.

with all my baggage.

they identify with all my baggage.

all identify with my baggage

except for you.

and all of you.

i guess its still waiting.

but its december already.

i feel frost fingers creeping my window.

around this

and icing it over

before shattering it apart.

my "wisdom"

for all you ever knew

is living in the grace

of God's love.

not me.

not you.

something bigger.

and when you realize...

that maybe God uses a face like mine to speak to you.

then maybe you might find that hated "wisdom" also.