Monday, May 4, 2015

From the Notebook of J Michel


When you put your arms around me
I will exalt to you
the song of my life in praise,
and no one will criticize me for singing too loudly.
When your laugh answers me
I will raise my voice in gladness.
When you cry, I will be grateful
that I have the breath to comfort you,
and when you kiss me
(and I am flooded with the bittersweetness of goodbye)

I will weep, praising God with every fiber of my being.

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