All the times waiting
Wishing 
Wanting
Was simply preparation
for the day when you would come walking
And the realization
that life was never about counting all the things 
I would come to be with
but cherishing the things
I would never be without

No matter how dark the world
May appear
Or how scarred you believe
Your soul to truly be
There will always be a space,
Serene but unyielding
Untouched by the stones
Cast down by the hurting 
A space from which was 
Birthed the word sacred
The end of the journey 
When you stop and just 
​Pray 

The window
An interface between 
Two worlds
Inside looking out
it feels longing
Outside looking in 
It knows yearning
Brightened by the
Sunshine
Clouded by the fog of
Our breath
The window sometimes
wished it could be a 
Doorway
Letting all pass freely
from one world to the 
Next 
Despite the doorway
often dreaming
to someday become a
Window
Just wishing to be seen
And finally embrace 
The yearning from within