“I was dead
I came alive
I was tears
I became laughter
All because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal
Love said to me
you are not
crazy enough
you don’t
fit this house
I went and
became crazy
crazy enough
to be in chains
Love said
you are not
intoxicated enough
you don’t
fit the group
I went and
got drunk
drunk enough
to overflow
with light-headedness
Love said
you are still
too clever
filled with
imagination and skepticism
I went and
became gullible
and in fright
pulled away
from it all
Love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering every one
around you
I am no more
a candle spreading light
I gather no more crowds
and like smoke
I am all scattered now
Love said
you are a teacher
you are a head
and for everyone
you are a leader
I am no more
not a teacher
not a leader
just a servant
to your wishes
Love said
you already have
your own wings
I will not give you
more feathers
And then my heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light
overflowed with fresh life
Now even the heavens
are thankful that
because of love
I have become
the giver of light”
―
I came alive
I was tears
I became laughter
All because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal
Love said to me
you are not
crazy enough
you don’t
fit this house
I went and
became crazy
crazy enough
to be in chains
Love said
you are not
intoxicated enough
you don’t
fit the group
I went and
got drunk
drunk enough
to overflow
with light-headedness
Love said
you are still
too clever
filled with
imagination and skepticism
I went and
became gullible
and in fright
pulled away
from it all
Love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering every one
around you
I am no more
a candle spreading light
I gather no more crowds
and like smoke
I am all scattered now
Love said
you are a teacher
you are a head
and for everyone
you are a leader
I am no more
not a teacher
not a leader
just a servant
to your wishes
Love said
you already have
your own wings
I will not give you
more feathers
And then my heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light
overflowed with fresh life
Now even the heavens
are thankful that
because of love
I have become
the giver of light”
―
“He sweeps her hair back from her ears; he swings her above his head. He says she is his émerveillement. He says he will never leave her, not in a million years.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“If children matter, than whom more to stand in the gap than their parents; yet sadly, the parents (or a parent) can ironically become the chief enemy for which the children may hold in contempt…rather than care. Under the “abuse card”, the custodial parent has the aforementioned ability to operate as a double agent: on the one-side, the protector and caretaker; while on the other side, the divider and abuser. Similarly, the state can be integral to The System of dismantling the dad while appearing (and attesting) to be acting in the best interest of the children. Within the second of these two is the divorce industry that has benefited from the spoils of war without regard to the incomparable costs borne by our community and culture.”
― A Once and Always Father
― A Once and Always Father
“For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. And when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.”
― A Tale of Two Cities
― A Tale of Two Cities
“There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That he never quite understood the rules. …There is pride, too, though–pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That’s how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
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