hugs

 Paddling out of bed, doing a set of rowing stretches, cracking and craning the neck is my position. I await the big bordoodle to give me my morning smooches. She demands reciprocation, and who honestly says no to a dog. I give her love, and as I set about routine, she upends it. 

God is upending my routine in every way possible. I’m trying new avenues of expression, and it scares me. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for it, but try I must. 

As wading in waters with a cross on my ears, on my neck, the heart undertakes a new journey with no guarantee of success. What if failure can free you more than success ever could. 

Diamonds surround

Rubies refine

The crashing waves 

Bring sand

To the toes beds

As a cashmere

Throw cups

Shoulder blades

And my soul

Is finding 

Solace

In the 

Only audible 

Voice 

Being His