March 31, 2016 will never happen again


Woke up to the smell of lilies and a sweet man with sleep still in his eyes

Manna for the moments before the sun even began to rise

The smell of rain fills me up with melancholic hope

Because I know the down pour will quench the thirst of flowers that need to grow

Holy ground beneath my feet cradling my body every step of the way

Hearing every glory around me murmuring to “live for today” 

Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may not come

Cherish every beat of your heart below the golden sun

Falling asleep to the smell of lilies and the sound of my lover sinking into sleep

As the moon begins to sink and its milky light fades away, I taste every memory and every blessing from God, and I thank Him for today.

Categories Poetry

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