Blue Skies are Calling

I find myself lacking the want to write
of anything but you.

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"

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

"

- Sylvia Plath - The Rival

There’s no way I’m forgetting this.

It’s funny how often we are surprised by grace. We’re brought up to think that everything good is earned. But even with our lame, wayward efforts, He continues to shower us in His blessings.

That’s a surprise that is impossible to turn away.

I have never felt so entirely myself.
And it feels great.
It’s funny how much closer to God you feel when you stop trying to lie.

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