Amazing

Whether I’m floating forwards or tracing backwards, my feet can’t help but gravitate towards this something unexplainable.  It’s the something I find singing in the grove at Laurel, the something I find looking at the stars above a willow tree,  the something I find standing on a cliff on the shores of Maine.  It’s the something I find when I remember the stuff I’m made of, the swears, scars, laughs and til-dawn talks that make me who I am.  It’s that core inside of me that knows God and knows that my fate in His hands is inescapable, irregardless of my sins, irregardless of my doubts. That something was there in the eyes of a lover Saturday night.  He handed it back to me so plainly, through all the tears, in a way I never expected.  “Amazing,” and with a kiss, I finally believed.  I’m not beautiful because he loves me. I’m certaintly not beautiful because of the life I lead.  I am beautiful because I belong to God, and I’m finally remembering what that means.

when you gonna make up your mind
when you gonna love you as much as I do?

I think I’m finally learning.