i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

and rise up.

this is not the end,

but a beginning.

you and i,

may not have anything in common,

save for these moments we spend

with grieving hearts,

in silence.

weep now for joy will come

if not this morning then the next.

i've been learning peace and quiet and joy

in being with many, in being alone

but mostly in learning to place all dependency in the God of everything.

if nothing,

may brokenness point you to Him who gives all strength.

is anybody listening?

coz i'm crying,

is anybody listening?

this heart of mine it may be hurting,

it may be struggling,

but it loves still.

to beautiful people whose hearts i know are torn,

you know who you are,

i think of you still,

and i'm grateful you have taken me into your confidence

no nothing compares to your heart.

thank you for having enough faith in me to let me see your hurt,

this is all my love.

be strong and courageous,

a patched up heart is the most precious,

even if pieces are missing,

it only means you gave it all, always.

even when the world tumbles down,

i remember you.

and i'll be there.

and i'll follow you into your sorrow and pain,

and wait for you to stand again,

for that is a journey to be taken alone.

but when you return

my love will be the banner i raise over my head,

cheering you on into a better place.

so beloveds,

be beautiful

be beautiful today.