Can I just take this moment to let it sink in that in less than a month, I will be in Nicaragua to visit my little boy, Freddy? Since deciding to take the trip back in February, and all the months spent organizing and praying and thinking and writing to Freddy and seeing God graciously provide for this to be financially be possible (long sentence I know), this reality is closer than I could have imagined.
It is right around the corner. And it has begun pulsing underneath my skin, sure, and steady. I see Freddy's face in my dreams, and soon I will see it in person, see his beautiful smile, hold his perfect hand.
I am going to see my little boy. I never thought it would be possible.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Island in My Chest
There used to be an island in my chest.
With sandy dunes that shifted
shape in the wind,
with birds calling out to one another
in the sweetness of summer,
with gentle shores that lapped up
the eager arrival of salted waves.
There were storms and solitude,
breath and beauty,
and somewhere, hidden in the roots
of the oldest tree,
lay all secrets of the world.
Now, the earth has sunk beneath the surface,
swallowed by memory, overgrown
with washed up silence.
There are no more secrets,
there is no more beauty,
only muted voices echoing through the air
of what was once rumored
to fill the floating space long ago.
With sandy dunes that shifted
shape in the wind,
with birds calling out to one another
in the sweetness of summer,
with gentle shores that lapped up
the eager arrival of salted waves.
There were storms and solitude,
breath and beauty,
and somewhere, hidden in the roots
of the oldest tree,
lay all secrets of the world.
Now, the earth has sunk beneath the surface,
swallowed by memory, overgrown
with washed up silence.
There are no more secrets,
there is no more beauty,
only muted voices echoing through the air
of what was once rumored
to fill the floating space long ago.
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