the girl with the sun in her hair
the girl with the sun in her hair
she lights up my life with her heart & her soul & her magic.
then, she brings me to God.
God says, “a love like this is worth everything.”
I say, “I know. I won’t forget it.”
she makes me remember what it’s like to be a child.
soft, open, silly. limitless.
to have the world at your feet, and not realise it.
to be so deeply taken care of, and so loved.
she makes me feel like the man I want to be: a man who lives in alignment with love.
a man who lives in service to love.
a man who lives in devotion to love.
a man driven by a force greater than himself.
a man who is a friend to mother Earth.
by existing, she gives me a vehicle for my deepest longings.
I am the luckiest man in the world to be able to worship her.
sometimes when I look at her, I want to weep.
I want to cry for how lucky I am.
I want to cry for how lucky I feel.
sometimes when I look at her, I cry for how lucky I am to feel like this.
I cry for how lucky I am to be a man who can feel, because I know that not every man feels like this.
she is ephemeral, and ever-present.
beautiful. captivating. magnetic.
I want nothing more than to be the father of her children.
I want nothing more than to spend my life with her.
I see God in her eyes, and he cries for me.
I see God in her eyes when she cries.
I feel God in her touch when she makes love to me.
I feel God’s love for me when I touch her.
when I doubt myself, he reassures me.
he says, “you are man enough for her.”
when I say I don’t know, he shrugs his shoulders.
he says, “I love you, brother.”