i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

a combination of sun, exams being almost done,

fewer things of significant concern to worry about,

and summer another step closer.

to watch a sunrise is a privilege,

to share that moment with others is wealth.

i have both in my jar of change.

and i've come to learn (and truly so)

that love is patient.

in my waiting, my heart is no frantically trying to build up a guard

against future hurt.

in my singularity there is no desperation to look for another to alleviate

the loneliness.

happiness, is seeing those you love happy.

faith, is not seeing the curve balls coming but saying "okay, this is an interesting development"

i've been trying so hard all year, to be beautiful.

in strength, passion and Christ.

how can i give up now?

my jaded self will wither,

in light of the sunrise that never fails to arrive.

it is time to add a spring to my step.

to be joyful in the quiet as much as the noise.

now that lent is over, my lunches can resume but my silence will stay.

yes it will.

not knowing where the transformation stole in but it has,

and there are roots and shoots

and the bud will bloom and cover

all the patchy ugliness underneath.

at least for now.

i can try to be beautiful.