I read this piece at my churchs fundraiser and wanted to share it here.
Sadly, no one took video or pictures but whatever right?
Pfft, not like I would've like that or anything.
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I believe in the lullabies the universe sings to me
in the pleasant drops of kindness splattered all around my life
Me; believing in the confessions of time
and in natures hum of peace
lullabies that sound like stuttering honesty
and the oceans symphony
lullabies like soaring I love you's
and the music in-between the uncomfortable
Songs made up of effortless laughter
the sound of awkward conversations knee deep in vulnerability
Life sounds a lot like
I don't want to's but I have to's
it sounds like screaming children
and crying hearts
and a helluva lot of I don't knows
but there's kindness squeezed into the mess of reality,
it's in tight hugs
and loving gazes
It's in the sharing of pancakes
and cheesy pasta
those savory things like late night chats
and validating,
I see you's
Life is perfectly engineered chaos
and kindness is the whip cream
and warm pie
Oh, and time with its confessions.
Time confesses to me in revealing closure
and scabbed up wounds
that I continually pick at
all with my crooked hope
and ragged faith
I discover confessions at the root of my growth,
it all watering my expansion
But nature,
a gift no greater
Bold and Beautiful
and ME,
walking its dirt paths that somehow create,
a momentum for healing
Mother Nature,
fierce and unapologetic
at a constant death and regrowth
with trees,
tall and proud
YES,
I want to be like that
You will know me,
constantly blooming
and never surrendering
So you see, I do believe
in the lullabies that lay my demons to rest
I believe in the lullabies that posses my soul to come alive
I have no choice but to believe in the confusing,
unpredictable ways of the universe
And so when I tire
and begin to fade out
I will remember the sharing of pancakes
and the sacred kindness in eyes
I will hold up,
my crooked hope
and ragged faith
I am bruised
but fighting to stay whole
and even as bent as I know myself to be
I will be,
a kind of,
Bold and Beauitful
