My hands are so used to
carrying heavy loads,
Somewhere along the way
I forgot that I’m not too heavy to hold
Theres a very specific kind of grace
in meeting a person
who just feels like a deep breath
An exhale of fresh air
I don’t know everything God
is writing into this season,
but I know
He placed you here to show me
what ease feels like.
What it means to be held
without having to ask,
and to feel safe enough
to finally drop my shoulders….
To unclench my jaw.
To just relax.
To live in the moment.
I'm not trying to fast-forward
to the end of a story still being written
Chapter one contained a fine print
with your name imprinted,
and I’m just happy that my eyes
were open enough to spot it.
Something like a prologue,
I know a good novel when I see one
Except this one isn’t fiction,
It’s live action happening
in the forefront
We have plenty of empty pages
still patiently being filled out
And just like the empty pages
in that book
I’m still feeling you out
But there lies a big difference…
no writers block is present
this time,
Im allowing the spaces to be filled
with words straight from the heart
Trusting in God to take the wheel as I
test drive my discernment
and share my art.
The best books take time
and this isn’t a script,
Not just another storyline in tales
waiting to be told.
I’ve stalled on the empty pages,
time and time again
Only to put the pen down
anticipating heavy endings.
This time it’s different,
I’m okay without writing the plot
before I’ve lived it.
Many chapters will come,
some probably out of the blue.
To simply put it our story is
…..to be continued.
My heart sung a song,
and with that melody the realization
was that
this is only the beginning of
what can be beautiful.