When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
I have always seen it, the small, stubborn goodness hiding inside terrible things. Not because the terrible things were good. They weren't. Some fires are only fires. Some goodbyes arrive carrying knives. Some nights break into the house and rearrange everything you thought you knew about living. I don't call the darkness light. I just keep finding little things glowing inside it. A woman crying at a bus stop still moves aside so an old man can sit. A stranger gives directions while his own life is falling apart somewhere else. Someone who has been hurt still remembers to say, “Be careful.” And I think, perhaps this is what God meant. Not that suffering is holy. Not that pain was sent to make us grateful. But that even here, especially here, we are still given the strange freedom to choose what comes out of us. The world can put a stone in your mouth, and somehow you can still speak gently. It can take the person you thought you'd grow old with, and somehow you still wish t...