come and tell me
we're playing baseball in the front yard, and i'm pitching. and i don't bother telling anyone that i don't know how to pitch, of course, because i'm stubborn like that. he spits (for the hundredth time) and chokes up on the bat, and i throw it, because we're stubborn like that. and when he takes off for first base, which is a mud puddle, the sunshine is honey brown on our skin. freckles screams and runs for the ball, and i laugh until my side aches. (there's a garden, and i know it's not dead. i know it's not. i won't let it be.)
{the hope of you is like an apple tree in winter.}
the last time i dreamed, i woke up with amnesia. for i could not remember the pain of the past anymore, and all i knew was birdsong streaming through my open window, like love through a summer heart. and if i did remember it at all, it was as a nightmare that had been blown away, until it was just a shadow. His Love makes me forget. i am here, waiting like a little girl looking over the wall to a secret garden that is all her own. (come and tell me that it's all wick. that it's always been wick.)
{one day my arms will be full of your blossoms.}
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HEEYYYYYYYYYYYY. Easter Morning is coming, and I am so full of Hope and Light that I can hardly hold it in. Christ's death is my salvation, and His resurrection is my life, and man, I'm ready for Spring to come. Winter is over. No more mourning. x
in other news, i'm loving the answers to the giveaway thing. that's some pretty brave stuff there. much loves.
lead me to the Rock that is higher than i.
ReplyDeleteyou're my girl. and there is a road that winds over Cuchara River and through a small town whose sidewalks are littered with blooming flowers and budded trees. once you hit the edge of town, there is my favorite hill that swarms with warmth and sticky fingers in summer (and if you go the other way, there is a brown house with two sisters). wave at the mountains for me on Easter morning. yawn with the resurrection of Christ and let that air make it's way all the way down to your toes.
He's good. we are something new this year. i'll run my hands through the sunrise over here in the city full of hidden hope. x
I SCREAMED. *echo*
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Your blog is SO CUTE!! And yes...can't wait for spring. And Easter.
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the Wonderkept life (http://lovelypinkduckshome.blogspot.com/)
crryyyy. thank you. <3
DeleteLovely! I can feel your joy through the poetry and the photography. Yay Easter! Aw this post is so wonderful it's like sunshine through a window I love it.
ReplyDeletethat is one of the HAPPIEST SIMILES IN THE WORLD AND I WANT TO WRAP IT UP AND MAIL IT TO MYSELF SO I CAN OPEN IT AGAIN AND HUG IT. s
Deletealso i hit the s button but i meant to hit the x so instead of kisses you got snuggles i guess lolz
DeleteYour writing brought me so much of the Hope and Light that you mentioned tonight. 💛
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www.haileyhudson.wordpress.com
*happy sigh of contentment* <3
DeleteWOAHHHA! The baseball story is something I want to be a part of! LOVE.
ReplyDeleteSO TRUEEEE. it's wild and hilarious, and there are cats being thrown around during the 4th inning and the second base is a dumpster and how can i even explain it. x
DeleteWhoa. This is powerful stuff, Adelaide. I have missed your blog so much in my absence due to college and work. I am so glad to be back to ponder your exquisite words and photographs. Happy early Easter, friend! <3
ReplyDeleteEVEEEEE. *squeals and runs to you and hugs you forever* HI. thank you, i'm glad you're back for a bit, and a glorious post-Easter to you too, dear one. <3
Delete"i am here, waiting like a little girl looking over the wall to a secret garden that is all her own."
ReplyDeleteone of my favourite(-estest) lines in this stunning piece (it took so much self control not to just copy and paste the whole lovely thing because ADORES. really.)
i am sitting and the night is quiet and it's one hour into easter Sunday (timezones, y'all hehe). and all i can think about it this piece and the wonder of how much He can love our broken souls, whom too often pretend we can do it by ourselves. drowning in a sea of His love & that's okay.
let the Light shine into our hearts & all glory be His, forever. happy Easter you dear thing xx
OH YOU WONDERFUL GIRL.
Deleteall i want to do is cry, so i'll try not to do that. drowning in a sea of His Love is exactly where i'm at too, and there's no place i'd rather be. funny how i thought i could just dangle my toes in the water. but now i'm desperate to go farther out, until there's nothing but ocean.
all glory be His, forever. amen. oh, if today held at least half of the joy i wished for you, you'd have too much. x
love love love love <3
ReplyDeletethat first paragraph had me though. you're too good.
SCREEM I ADORE YOU. <3
DeleteHOW IS YOUR WRITING SO BEAUTIFUL
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