crown of thorns,
I’m enchanted by your names.
I climbed a mountain,
never thinking I’d reach the summit
but I did it in the dark.
I will be in France, one arm out the widow of my car. Glinting light on the windshield.
I will whisper words in my sleep and wake up with a new song.
I will garnish baked lasagna for my friends and set the table with candles. I will have them invite their friends, my neighbours too. Try these lemon lamingtons- I used to burn them in college.
I will tell them it’s going to be okay. Because I turned out fine.
By God’s grace, I turned out fine.
I hope to God you are God.