Saturday, March 26, 2016

1 and 2...little ones


Do I have a choice?
                Yes
I choose life.

Do I have ANY choice?
                Perhaps
I choose love.

 

Do I have all the choices?
                If they agree
I choose you.

 

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I have no gifts to give but me

Broken

Loving

Playful

Scared

Strong

Full of grief and hope and things I do not know how to label

So

Take my hand.

Walk with me a while

In the woods

In the city

Down the center of town

Hold my hand

So we are not alone

For the best gift

The only one that matters

Is trusting connection.