Just be you

Just be you

That misplaced shoe, reminds me of you, and your endless rush toward your newest passion. You are a blur of forward movement.

Those socks that quite often don’t match but, manage none-the-less to convey, with just a glance, the temperature of your percolating heart.

That rumpled hair, that your fingers find, as you contemplate your mind, and trail ribbons of dreams around your fingertips.

Those worries that you twist like handkerchiefs into knots and creases, your souls most vulnerable pieces.

Those lost pauses that, in looking I find, you curled up in a books pages, lost, for a time, in another mind and quite content to remain until supper.

These ways of you, that might vex another, serve only as sweet touch-points by which I measure, just how much God must love me.

To me, you are the best part of loving.

Just be you, because you are more, so much more, than just enough.

You are everything.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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