there is beauty in the way
we think
men and women
so vastly unalike and yet
bound by hungers
so similar
tangled threads which do not
(as some might presume)
make us damaged
instead we are strengthened
given power
by that which we wish for
A very late addition to this past Sunday’s Sunday Whirl. I was in the midst of birthday festivities and missed it, but have finally caught up and was drawn to post this.
In moments like this
I look for you.
For the arms that enfold me and tell me
the world is wrong
and I am right.
For the lips that smile and show me
that there is still joy to be found
and I am worthy of it.
In moments like this
I look to you.
For your voice, warm and soothing,
bringing me moments of peace
and of clarity.
For your eyes, which look at me
in ways that make me feel loved
and desired, and treasured.
In these moments I know
I am safe in the fortress of our love.
In these moments I know
Nothing will stand against us.
In these moments
we are stronger than the world,
stronger because we are not two
but one.
This week’s Sunday Scribble gives us the word ‘fortress’ to work with, and this is the result of my musings on that this morning.
my words are alive 