“I made wings from the wreckage of us.”

There is still so much light left in us.

What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.

Silence and inaction breed injustice.

I wonder if we ever grieve what was at the same time?

And maybe I’ll find you again, on the next big adventure.

After all this time forever still looks like you.

I hope my journey here ends with us.

I want love to be the altar of these earthly days.

You will always be, my favorite maybe.

A galaxy exists inside these bones and its sun shines only for you.

You made my world feel infinitely bigger simply by being In it.

I found myself somewhere between the aching and letting go.

I have never known how to handle endings with grace.

Her laugh feels like homecoming.

I built a kingdom out of heartache and it is glorious.

Somewhere between that first look and now I lost you.

To run and work the law commands, but gives us neither feet nor hands. But better news the gospel brings, it bids us fly and gives us wings.

Give food to the birds, you will then be surrounded by the wings of love, you will be encompassed by the joys of little silent hearts!

Foot is superior to wing, because even when we have wings to fly in the sky, we still need feet so as not to crawl on the ground!

Don’t forget that birds with broken wings walking on the ground were once flying high up in the sky.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.

Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?

But understand that I want to remain alone, truly alone, so I can precede my face, my voice, my hell without anyone telling me which is the best path.