Well done art department, lovely rainbow.
You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too—even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.
It’s probably just the way that you remind me of all the good things. Like the sunsets I watch, the ice cream I buy, the songs I sing terribly. That’s probably why I love you.
When a prince thinks like a pauper, he lives like a powerful survivalist.
And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
They were all kind of soft
that you allowed yourself
to put down your steel barricades
and when you discovered
the thorns on their flesh
and the fractures on their bones,
you realized they were all kind of hard too.
So maybe they have
wounds after all
that run deeper than most.
So maybe behind their hearty breaths
and their well-fitting arms,
there are bite marks
and toxic mouths
and dark eyes
and shaky hands.
So maybe it was a mistake
tearing apart your walls
when you touched all their soft
without feeling all their hard too,
but it was also a mistake
forgetting that if the sky has clouds
and if the world is covered in land and water
and if there are goodbyes alongside hellos
and if flowers sometimes still have thorns,
then humans are everything soft
and everything hard.
Because of the cross, our life is no longer about trying not to sin, but about fulfilling the commandment to love.