i should like to be

a novel

if you were

the loyal scribe

draw your lines and

write your poems

fill my headings

with your time

open up

my every chapter

gently, please

don’t break my spine

pour your words

into my pages

i will be

your written shrine

think about the way you sing

something lovely in it

everything

you bring to life

in tenor tones

buries me

the tender stones

of hidden hearts

so far apart

the only window

from the start

keep your truths locked away

no secrets or soft things to say

but melody

you make me see

exquisite

regal

so steady

tortured artist

paint with your voice

i want to hear your

beauty noise

CRACK

like lightning

the blue of your eyes

struck me through the heart

and i’m still

mesmerized

regarding this

do not dismiss

our parting kiss

as artifice

i could not miss

a narcissist

old stars emit

full-heartedness

saunter through

glass doors sliding open at

the sight of me

it’s just a motion sensor

but for a moment

i am Queen

giving is itself a reward

to see their smiles

the light in their eyes

it fills me with warmth and with joy

these young girls

just want to be seen

and loved

and cherished

and given the chance to show their talent and gifts

they want the space to thrive

they want a big sister

to cheer them on

to encourage them

to teach them

to guide them

i will give them that space

i will be the vessel

of God’s love for them

i will be the sister

Be with him in the battle he faces

Sustain him through the struggles he’s got

Uphold him with your strength

Give him courage for each day

Remind him that his sins he is not

Show him your loving mercy and kindness

May he know above all that he’s redeemed

Grow him into the person

That You would have him be

From his shadows and his demons set him free

Heal him of the hurt he carries

Help him cling fast to the truth

He’s your child

He’s your own

Lord, draw him close to you