advent journal: measurements
I can show you a cup of flour,
or a pound of sugar, but
I am at a loss to quantify
how much grief weighs,
how long a heart stays broken,
how far it is to forgiveness, or
the speed of the sound of loneliness —
even as I strain to comprehend
how a heart like yours
can hold a galaxy of grace,
how sorrow becomes weightless
in the gravity of your love,
how home is as close as you
calling my name in the dark.
Peace,
Milton
WOW. Amazing.
Milton,
Thank you for the reminder of the grace and love I have at home, gently calling my name in the dark.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
ohhhhhh. yes.
One of your most inspired – however inspiration is measured.
Love to you …
Oh Milton. Thank you for this.