I said to the the sun 'Tell me about the big bang' The sun said 'It hurts to become - Andrea Gibson

Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.

What gods do you believe in?

I’ll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.