Have Faith


 

It was a pleasant dream, your family had gathered for a friends baby shower. And I had arrived early in the attempt to sneak you away for a little while. So I grabbed your hand and we went away to our hidden place. Where we kissed and caressed and found solace in each other’s arms like two young people in love. But as usual our time was short when we were found by your sisters and friends. Pull away by them by the urgency that there wouldn’t be a party without you.

So I woke up a bit disappointed by the whole thing. Watching my desires to be with you alone stolen away by the obligations of a life lived without each other. So here I am trepidatiously penning such hidden secrets down on a screen with the possibility that the whole world could see. But do we really care anymore? Do we really care what other people think? I mean, our reputations were thrown out the window decades ago. By our alleged affairs, poor life choices, and rumored hidden agendas. Sound familiar? Well it should. Considering the history we have lived and the judgement that we’ve faced.

So within all this tangled mess, I do see glimpses of light breaking through the sky. After what seems like a lifetime of rain, it feels like peace has come our way. And while it may not feel like a perfect peace, it is more peace than we have felt in a long time. I hope you can feel it, just as strongly as I do. For we keep our hopes and dreams so deeply hidden that they hardly seem to be able to become real. But it’s our faith that keeps us strong. And that is the word I want to leave, to have faith. Just as you know I feel for you.   

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