your Kindness

i won't forget this, you know?
someday, when our smiles have etched creases around our eyes,
I will remember,
how you've always been
by my side.

We laughed when you had to spoon feed me,
and brush my teeth.
when you wiped the blood off my face
you said
"it was like this at the group home"
and you were happy.

i think you're beautiful.
the way you sleep on the floor to be near me.
the way you smooth my hair
and wake up on the hour to care
for me

Strong enough words could not be written
to tell you
just how grateful I am for you,
just how much faith I have in you.

Tall man, broad shoulders, and so much power,
and yet you are pudding inside,
soft and sweet
enough to stoop beside
and make yourself a
servant to the tiny thought of me.

this View

I love how Your love
makes
A shiny sweet temptation
taste        like          sand
Like    something    bland
and undesirable

I love how Your words
make another's scorn
that would normally scar
and tear and burn
feel like tasty bread
that leads us to Your water

I love how
Your
       shelter

makes the waves
And the thunder into
silly           surmountable
things
Things that only usher us
back to that
Breathtaking
P a n o r a m a of Your arms

And I love how Your affection
makes perfection of
a heart that's bro  ken
Strengthens (what the world
calls weak)
   

                                      cheek
and lifts                wounded
                        a

So bring the sting
of disapproval
      Slash this face and
                         break
                       this will
I have a Love that
             Can't
be severed
I have a strength
that suffering builds

when i cry

I think perhaps you thought me beautiful at first glance

not knowing I was all apple-dropped

and chopped up inside

if you had seen my bruises, well, what then?

But you did not.

And you had already fallen

before those lovely curls unfurled

and you finally detected

the different fragrance of freshly shattered

glass in me

and you were already sinking

perhaps

before my glittery eyes

betrayed

disguises

construed

in the valleys of life

and you could not unclimb me

then

how do you feel inside

when I cry

and I’m fragile (?

And the only lovely part of me

often looks like misery

          

        when I hurt for the world

in a world of hurt

and the ache is what He uses to make

me clean?