Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Dear Summer

I long for the breeze to weave you through my fingers. I dream of closing my eyes and feeling warmth on my neck -- kisses, wishes, and sun. I pray that you will leave me changed and glowing in my own skin, eyes, and being.

I do not want to try and shape you. I do not want to make you an ambition. I want you to happen, and for me to wake up as if it were all a dream from my Lord God Almighty.

Amen.

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