hope

kintsugi

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tell me
about the ways
in which you are human
flawed, broken, vulnerable
and all you have endured
in this thing called life

I promise
I will show you
there is beauty
in that brokenness
that makes you
more lovable in my eyes
more precious in my heart
than any illusion
of ‘perfect’
ever will

I will continue
to love you
despite your scars

I will love you
more
for them

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applause

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to the one
who took their time
to honour life
on a sidewalk
this morning

you give me hope
in a world
that has often failed
to recognize
its own kind

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connection

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you with a touch
as soft as velvet
don’t let it harden
trust

you with a heart
precious than any diamond
don’t hide it in a shell
feel

you with a soul
more sacred than life
don’t let it die
love

you with a conscience
truer than any guide
don’t let it be tainted
believe

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photography by Peter Lindbergh : http://www.peterlindbergh.com

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quiver

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upon
her weeping lips
silently trembles
a sweet prayer

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radiant

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my dreams
how beautifully
they glow
softly burning
at your altar

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Every Girl is Some Man’s Daughter

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I read this awe-inspiring, genuinely beautiful post a few months back, only to read it again today and realize how amazing it is to have a father figure who not only respects all women but is also a true inspiration. Robert, one of my most treasured readers, thank you for this..thank you for being you!

Sol Invictus

I love my little girl.  I still call her “Little Girl.”  She’s now 14, as tall as her mother, and full of aspirations, new feelings, and visions of a coming future.

Summer

I remember when I first learned that my wife was pregnant.  I was stunned, scared, and in denial.  I could think of no way that this would work.  I was selfish, and still very much a boy (no matter what my biological age was then).  Never having had a father figure of any kind, I just couldn’t conceive that I could manage.  I was worried.  I didn’t know what to do.

The only experience I had with fathering was being the stepfather to my wife’s son.  He turned out to be a fine young man (that’s for another post), despite my attempts at fathering.

I remember when I learned that this new baby was going to be a girl.  I can…

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the inner smile
scattering goblets of delight
beholding a brighter world

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