strictly. whimsical.

and it all started
with a regretful
persimmon.

preluded with a rendezvous at mission base--first aid aisle.

encountered--no, intimidated
some bacteria
along the way

excuses are
_ _ _ _

"lame"

what does
falling in love
taste like?

i snuck out of
my father's house
at a day of strictly,
just family time

"Lord, please give me a decision.
If the bus isn't there
then your decision's been
made..."

"...and then i
waited
for the next bus."

"well if you knew or felt like it was blatant disobedience..."

and somehow
i got
the most impractical
and amazing
'reward'
for it


undeserved.
huh.

is that what grace looks like?

a struggle.
a complaint.
not knowing
or knowing
the right decision--
then making
the wrong one.

i should be dreading
or afraid
to go home


but instead

the prodigal son
open arms
taking mike's car keys
parking tickets
missed flights
20 cents per bandaid
optimus prime
'you might as well'
and a couch called
"home"

this is
what grace
looks like.

pie that
tastes like
falling in love

chalky, regretful, persimmons

brittle mom-baked
half cookies
made with
love

"quiet time"
as a term
thrown out the window

so that it may expand
into life
itself

take care of your body
your body's a temple

invest in the people
close to your heart

be
intentional

with my life

end with
"bleeding in disguise."

intimidation

full circle

i want to
talk to Him
and share my day with Him
just like how you'd be excited
to share about life
with a best friend

i want to
listen
just as intently
as you would
a best friend
or more

with an open heart
already overflowing
with love
care
and excitement

for who this person is
was, can be, and will be
in your life

infatuation
would taste like
cotton candy

sweet but
lacking in substance

i think
id prefer

...falling in love.