“The light of your love touches me in the hidden depths of my lonely soul. And I know beyond a single doubt, I am safe within your hold.”

Seems it’s just too easy to fall in love with absolutely all of you.

Too many times I’ve reached into shallow wells searching for acceptance, and too many times my bucket has come empty.

All the scars I hide fearfully, you see; counting them carefully with your lips, and telling me they are beautiful.

How is it that I can drink from your lips and still crave? More and more, and even more of you.

And love stopped being love when it began to feel like a trap, instead of freedom.

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

I lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.

Shadows may haunt your steps, but you will keep walking.

Although my heart has broken a thousand times, it has never lost its capacity for love.

To be the water that engulfs your skin, oh, let me be the sea you drown in.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.

And you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.

We must read our Bibles like men digging for hidden treasure.

Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

The main question is not, how can we hide our wounds but how can we put our woundedness in service to others.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

What if it’s boring – or if it’s not boring, it might be too revealing, or worse, it might be too revealing and still be boring.

People who worry about looking good typically hide what they don’t know and hide their weaknesses, so they never learn how to properly deal with them and these weaknesses remain impediments in the future.

Trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand.