You are a song that I cling to.
You are a verse that convicts me.
You are a better knowing of myself.
You are the strength of the mountain that always leaves me feeling empowered and secure.
You are the lover of my cheesy rhymes.
You are the privacy of my diary.
You are my fond memories.
You are my valuable lessons.
You are my promise of a hopeful future.
You are the exquisiteness of each moment.
You are the comfort of order.
You are passion.
You are definitions of my soul.
You are faith-worthy.
You are color and light in all the things I love.
You are pure laughter.
You are the lump in the back of my throat that keeps my heart pliable.
You are rest and restoration.
You are white clouds against blue skies.
You are all that strikes me.
You are mind-boggling eternity.
You are safe.
You are the mystery of the mist.
You are the taste of clean air.
You are all things green.
You are broken by sin.
You are stillness.
You sweep me away.
You teach me of beauty.
You hold my hand.
You are the sustainer of marriages.
You invent me.
You set me free.
You exude joy.
You steady the wavering and strengthen the weary.
You wash my feet.
You have never let me go.
You are my hiding place.
You are knowing and known.
You love.
You took up my cross.
You are pleasure in mundane.
You notice me.
You can be found.
You sparkle.
You pursue the ugly and unloved.
You give good gifts.
You welcome home.
You walk with me.
You test me by fire.
You can be pleased.
You are the painter of sunsets.
You make all things beautiful in Your time.
You are involved in details.
You orchestrate.
You hear me when I call.
You raise the dead.
You make miracles.
You are the truest lover I have known.
You are the writer of all tales worth telling.
You are the truth in every tale ever told.
You are the ultimate victor.
You are wisdom.
You are imagination.

"There is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred, and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation."
*Madeleine L'Engle

In the chill of the morning,
I saw a man sleeping on a bench,
So I covered him with a blanket
And walked home weeping --
Because if he were Jesus
I would have given him my bed.

when I think of you late at night
I get warm on the inside
but cold on the outside
so I pray for a brave love

too long I have resisted the Irresistible
I concede
consume me

oh, to know that I am beautiful
that you, the Worthiest of Candidates, find me, the Luckiest of Trophies
enchanting, irresistible, undeniably gorgeous
too long tainted, my ears grew weary of hearing empty praise
but you speak and pleasure is reborn
tell me again, my lover, what dialogue is spoken from your eyes
sweet lips, pour forth your adoration and I will respond
with faithful heart and patient service
with fitting respect
with indomitable love
for who would not follow her Chief Admirer
Lead on, both Knower and Lover of my soul.