“Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.”

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

I was always looking at you.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.

I look at you and see your angel eyes, just like the devil electrifying me.

Your eyes are like a magnet whilst the shape of the body hypnotists me.

Our world is obsessed with success. But how does God define success? Success in God’s eyes is faithfulness to His calling.

There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.

In your eyes lies a force, to your eyes I’m on fire.

Life is the movie you see through your own eyes. It makes little difference what’s happening out there. It’s how you take it that counts.

Knowing we will be with Christ forever far outweighs our burdens today! Keep your eyes on eternity!

I can truly see myself in that light, the green iris of my eye like a jungle, full of life. And when snow covers the green, and my skin looses its color I crave that wilderness in my eye.