Your Jacket

Wrapped up in your jacket
But not through your sleeves
Your arms around your jacket and me

I can’t wiggle out
Why would I want to try
I tilt up my chin and catch your eyes

Blue with gray flecks
Looking down to the place
Where one finger brushes my lips and face

Resting my head
In the corner of your neck
Squeezing me tighter just to check

That I’m right here with you now
That I know where you are
That I feel us together
Under this winter moon and stars

I’m not leaving yet
I’m staying right here
This time and this moment
Sees us perfectly clear

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What I Want

I want you wrapped around my finger, so I can hold my hand close to my heart and know you’ll be there.

I want you’re steps to follow mine on this path, and you can let me lead so if I get scared you will right behind be and maybe hold me close and tell me it will be okay.

I want you to call, if just to tell me you’ve not forgotten me, and that in your thoughts I stay, like the lingering scent of my perfume long after I am gone.

I want you to remind me, just every now and then, of all the reasons why you chose me, and continue to choose me, just in case I forget.

You asked me what I want.

I want you to let me in, all the way in, past your walls, your insecurities, your self protection, so that I can find a place to stay.

I only want all of you, all your spirit had to offer, all your fears and doubts, all your hopes and dreams, all the space in your heart that is open for me.

And maybe I’ll have more to add to this list tomorrow, but for now, all of this will do.

Everything

You are the safe arms I fall into,
a warm embrace,
a passionate kiss,
a shoulder to lean on,
a knowing look,
a bright smile,
a compassionate soul,
an anchor to ground me,
a reminder of what’s real,
a consistent support,
a breath of fresh air,
a soft place for my tears to fall.

You are my hero,
my cheerleader,
my warrior,
my rock,
my love,
the truth in my heart,
words full of wisdom
and everything I could ever want.

You and I

Hands open wide
Ten finger tips touching mine
Tingling electricity traveling
Throughout my human frame

Arms slide behind my back
Slowly pulling me near
No space left between us
Molding to fit each other

A wordless knowing stare
Where ticking time stops
Silence stills the clamor
Of all the world around us

Planet earth has stopped spinning
Gravity lets go of its hold
Floating absolutely grounded
And all that matters is now

All that matters is you and I

Togetherness

Wrapped in strong arms

Holding me tightly

Against your skin I melt

Into the center of your soul

Head tucked under your chin

A gentle touch across my back

Looking up to meet eyes of golden brown

As you look back into mine

My breath is taken from me

Warmth radiates within

In awe of true connection

The essence of beauty

Existing in moments like these

Perfection living in this togetherness

Two souls merge into one

Fireside Sermon

Fireside Sermon

This is a story told by my dear friend Jay. I’m going to try my best to tell the story as close to how he told it as possible.

I love you Jay.

 

There was a girl who lived in Vermont who had stayed sober for a year in Alcoholics Anonymous. She had just taken her 1 year anniversary, as they call it in the north east.

After she completed a year she stopped participating in AA. She stopped going to meetings and drifted away.

One night she as she was sitting in front on the fire, she heard a knock at the door.

She hesitantly peered out to see who it was. There at the door stood her sponsor.

Surprised she opened the door and let her in. Her sponsor entered the house saying nothing. She just went at sat in front of the fireplace quietly and watched it burn.

Then her sponsor went over to the fire and with the tongs picked up a brightly burning, red hot log. This log was full of orange glowing color and was full of heat.

With the tongs she placed the log away from the center of the flames by itself over in the corner of the fireplace.

Quickly the log lost it’s color and heat. It turned gray and dark and lost it’s beautiful orange glow.

The girl watched her sponsor and the cooling log on the side of the fire.

They sat in silence.

Then her sponsor took the tongs and picked up the gray, darkened log and placed it back in the center of the roaring fire.

Almost immediately, the log light up again, glowing hot, just as bright as before.

The girl sat and watched.

Without a word, the girl’s sponsor put her hat and scarf on and headed for the door.

As the sponsor opened the door to leave, the girl stopped her and said, “Thank you for the fireside sermon.”