11/6
Dear God,
Why do I love you so much?
When did this happen,
And how did it go on so long
Without my ever realizing?
-Sarah Clinton
11/6
Dear God,
Why do I love you so much?
When did this happen,
And how did it go on so long
Without my ever realizing?
-Sarah Clinton
Although I’ve already used this image in a previous post, a line from this poem has consistently drifted to my mind for the past few weeks. If there could be one way to describe all the things I yearn to tell him–to show him–about who he is through the filter of my admiring eyes, it would be this: “You walk like every poem I wish I could write.”