loosed grips.

...if anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. for whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. -luke 9:23-24.

i would rather...

i would rather spend my time getting my hands dirty in adventure with you,

than to spend it pampering and preserving hands that were made to turn rough as we use them to create.

i would rather spend my kisses on you,

a young thing, so full of dreams and possibilities,

than to mourn those old familiar things, that linger with me in quiet

mornings and fearful nights.

i would rather hold you prayerfully and remember how he held me.

the things to be.

i am me. and you are you.

but tragically we cannot be we.

dreams visit me in my sleep.

they beckon me to believe things i've never seen.

helpless hearts grew braver,

blurry eyes grew stronger,

and hope grew in a heart to believe for things to be.