i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

my speechlessness stems from an inability to describe the scenery of this part of the journey.

it is wonderfully marvelous

it is painfully honest

it is pathetically broken

it is beautifully present

i've been waiting for this moment for so long,

a sense of release,

like coming across a bench on the side of the road

beckoning, 'come. sit and rest.'

these moments when they come,

move me so.

in my solitude, with the company of my words and music,

a steaming cup of tea,

a sunny afternoon.

the knowledge of a week,

crammed full of battles, of failures, of prayer, of tears

and triumph.

this moment is joy.

i marvel at the me God is building,

i am re-constructing, i am re-creating,

i am re-establishing and the pillars of my heart

they are all words.

Be faithful.

Be content.

Be fruitful.

Be joyful.

Be needy.

Be strong.

Be loved.

the pillar in my heart;

built on this foundation.

holding me up, pushing me on,

there is a beauty in this moment i cannot describe.

so i'll leave it,

to color my cheeks,

to spark my eyes,

to trace my smile.

if you walk by this bench,

and you happen to see me.

come and sit,

we can be silent together,

and listen to the quiet thud thud thud

of love.