i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i was always a morning person.

but in the last two years i've really compromised my enjoyment of early hours because of my fear for the late.

maybe its time things changed.

the gears of time keep inching forward and i have to move, or be crushed by teeth upon teeth.

these days i am happy,

the spring of joy in my heart clogged for so long is overwhelming and bubbling

i know beyond everything that this is the grace of God.

in my darkest moments, in the clangs of chaos and confusion i find pockets of stillness,

where a smile is sufficient and i hear you tell me

that i am beautiful.

and that is enough.

i feel beautiful.

no need for the words of another,

no need for the hands of another,

at least not yet.

indulgence in the blessings of one who can call herself your daughter,

and the name "princess" has come to take on a different meaning.

slowly Father i will learn.

if i'm not there yet, wait just hold your hands out for a little longer.

i will come.

still my lips God,

you know the signs of confusion when i speak,

you hear the fear in my heart of being discovered,

exposed.

teach me to armor myself in silence, and not speech.

silence is beautiful, because the quiet understands best.

the quiet listens when i cry,

it wraps when i sleep,

it breaks when i laugh,

and it kisses when i close my eyes.

now won't you listen with me?

to the smell of the summer rain.

it rings, ever so clearly

keys climbing up and down,

striking marks of quiet against the window pane.