Friday morning blessing

I bless you from the top of your gorgeous mane

to the tips of your perfect toes,
and every magnificent place in between.

I bless your eyes
to see the world through the lenses of enchantment.

I bless your ears
to hear the song that calls to your heart.

I bless your cute little red nose
to wrinkle deeply from all your smiles
and all your laughter.

I bless those intoxicating lips
to speak the truth in love.

I bless your mind
to always be curious,
and to be filled with wisdom beyond yourself.

I bless your slender, elegant neck
to carry you with grace.

I bless your voice
my favorite sound in all the world
to be true,
to sing,
and to know that it matters.

I bless your shoulders
to be strong enough to bear the weight
they are meant to hold,
and nothing more than that.

I bless your heart
to beat with passion,
to love bigger than you ever imagined,
and to help heal the wounds of those you love.

I bless your breasts,
which have captivated me since day one
a magnet for my affection.

I bless your belly,
that there, at the core of who you are,
you would know your truth
and trust your intuition deeply.

I bless your pussy,
the sacred center of the masterpiece that is you.

I bless your ass
to always serve tea from her top shelf.

I bless your legs
to carry you farther than you ever knew you could go,
with endurance and grace,
and to forever shine in those high heels of yours.

And I bless your feet,
that at the end of the day,
after all the pathways you’ve journeyed,
they would still call to my hands
to soothe them.

And I bless your soul,
my other half,
to remember just how deeply,
truly,
and endlessly
you are loved.

Absence

 Absence

These long miles,
these even longer days
the longing never rests;
the love unconditionally remains.

Those endless hours,
those dramatic moments in between
the prayers grow ever stronger,
speaking life to a true-hearted dream.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
if distance calls our hearts home,
then I’ll bless the tender tension of the journey
for loving you is the greatest adventure I’ve ever known.

I love you

With an everlasting love

A true and endless love

A deep and ancient love

An unconditional love

A fiercely protective love

A ravenously passionate love

A devoted love

A worshipful love

Like a lion and a llama 

A hawk and a butterfly 

You are the one my soul loves

Dark chemistry (lyrics)

They say that we… we were love at first sight,

 I’m not sure if that’s the truth… I can’t say that’s quite right. 

but all I know for certain is when our eyes met cross that room… I tripped all over myself just to fall all over you. 

I cannot help it that you, you felt the same way. 

By the look in your eye, I saw trouble that day. 

But I’ll tell you the truth… and I can’t help but laugh. That wry on your grin matched the rye in my glass. 

And oh! I can feel my world turn.

Chorus: 

There is a bright attraction… burning up this night

Magic in our interactions… that make feel right.

I know that we’re not supposed to question that old alchemy.

Went two Golden hearts make that lonely spark man that’s damn dark chemistry. 

Bridge:

Oh, I can feel my heart burn

Transforming me

Transforming her

Oh I can feel the spell

Is rewriting my world

Rearranging my cells

Verse: 

I watched your lips move 

without hearing a word

The laugh in your eyes 

Is the song that I heard 

And I know I’m not supposed question this soul alchemy 

But your golden heart lit an eternal spark and that’s damn dark chemistry

Sitting with myself

I am a complicated man

Thank God complexity does not frighten Him.

He is neither surprised nor does He shy away
from the pursuit of my heart
or the work of making it whole.

I do not have to be simple to be loved.
I do not have to be perfect to be good.
I do not have to arrive neatly wrapped in proper packaging
to know the depths of gratitude and love,
to dwell at peace,
to finally feel at home within my own soul.

I do not have to make my home in black and white.
I can flourish in the gray.
I can be good in the in-between. 

For Grace has always known how to find me there.

For I know I desire her highest good,
and I know I pray for her deepest best.
And in my surrender
I am learning
the cost of the love that lives within my chest.

It does not have to be reciprocated to be love.
It does not have to remain to have mattered.
It does not have to be romantic to be love,
though my lover’s heart is daily enraptured.

It does not have to be neat to be love.
It does not have to be tidy.
It does not have to be understood to be love,
though I understand it honestly.

It does not have to be now to be love.
It does not have to be hopeless.
Its outcome does not have to be clear to be love,
but it must be patient.

It does not have to feel safe to be love,
though I am learning it is still good.
It does not have to be in its proper place to be love,
even if I wish it could.

It does not have to be without wounds to be love,
though each hurt is unintended.
It does not have to be saintly to be love
for it to still feel like heaven.

It does not have to be quiet to be love,
though its voice is not always spoken.
She does not have to be mine for this to be love,
but my heart must remain open…

To being remade by love,
To seeing my heart reimagined,
To being utterly undone by love
when my hands are finally free of expectation.

For it has to be given to be love.

So I freely offer it.

Not because I know where it will lead,
but because love is worthy of being given.

The altar does not require blood,

The payment is not our peace.

By faith and for this love 

I sacrifice my certainty.

With hope.
With breath.
With open hands.

And with prayers that ask for her good
before they ask for my own.

A blessing for you on this summer solstice

A Blessing

I bless you for all the ways you woke my heart,
and I bless the passion that was there from the start.

For the hope that I found through every confession,
I bless you for showing me what it meant to be known.

I bless your smile that has lit up my soul,
and as you share it with the world,
may it shine brighter still.

I bless your mind,
always curious,
ever hungry,
for it taught me to think and dream and wonder
beyond my programming,
beyond my boundaries.

I bless your flip-flops,
your fury unedited,
for they showed both your strengths and your weaknesses,
and your fearless transparency in the face of disappointment.
I learned so much about your heart,
whether I dodged or stood resolute
in your line of fire.

I bless your fire and your flame,
for I learned what warmth and wound could feel like.
You light up the darkness in a magical way,
and though you shine so big and so bright,
it is your humility and hospitality that draws us ever near

to follow,

to gather,

and to revel in your illuminated presence.

I bless your kiss and your touch.
Heaven does not come close
to describing the feeling of being loved by you.
The sacred scars on my heart are evidence of the great healing I’ve found
because of your affection.

I bless your drive,
your ambition,
and your dreams.
You do not seem to understand
What the word impossible means. 
You leave the world,
and all of us in it,
better than you found us,
teaching us to lift our own voices,
connected and growing,
ever reflecting the leader you see in the mirror.

I bless your boys.
I pray for them by name.

I bless them to grow
into the remarkable men God gave you to raise.

I bless you to teach them
and challenge them
and push them
and love them fully.

They have no idea what a wealth
of smoothies and drumsticks,
overnight oats and movie-night cuddles,
Reiki and laughter,
wisdom and wonder,
and a courageous example of beauty
they have been richly given.

I bless the constellation, Bright Fame,
the one you named for me on my birthday,
a gift you so graciously gave.

I bless it to shine brightly
and to keep watch above us still.

May it remind you that some lights remain,
even when they are separated by distance,
season,
or circumstance.

And whenever you find yourself looking heavenward,
may its quiet brilliance remind you
that your own light has illuminated more lives
than you will ever know.

I bless you to love,
and to know that not a single day
will diminish my love for you.

I bless you to sing
and fill the world with your melody.

I bless you to savor a martini
and good red wine,
to cook and dance,
and to be deliberate
about peanut butter in your purse.

I bless you to wonder,
to trust,
and to feel the gratitude
that rises in my chest
whenever I say your name.

I bless you to cry if you ever need to,
and to know that you were never too much.

I bless you to read,
always curious,
as much of each book as you want to.

I bless you to look to the moon
and know for certain
that no matter where you are,
I still search those same heavens
and still pray beneath those same stars.

I bless you to see the magic

To notice the light that shines so brightly through,

The screech of the hawk, 

And the flight of each butterfly.

I bless you to believe in the bigger story,

The connection, the thread and the hope 

That each wonder filled breadcrumb points to

In the here and now, and for the not quite yet. 

Just imagine the way God so lovingly is revealing his romance of your soul, and the joy your guides must surly take 

in the invitation to deliberately participate. 

Your life is wonderfully enchanted, and I bless you to open your beautiful eyes to take notice. 

And lastly,

I bless you to hold tight
to the red thread of who you really are;

a true sovereign beauty,

a violet light,

a queen resplendent,

both lioness and llama,

a wildflower,

a noble force,

a dream and a prize,

and surely… a star.