Look stranger

 

Look, stranger

Look, stranger

See the brown field grow wings

With the setting of the flaming sun

Stand under the rising of the 

Patient, florescent moon

Breathe the sweet smell of hay bales

The crisp dying leaves

Feel the air cooling above the radiating asphalt

Where your feet have hardened

Listen to the aliveness of it all

None of them have anywhere better to be

A doe moves from behind the darkening tree line

And stills as the bats flap with fervor

The cicadas are speaking in tongues

And the crickets are praying with their bodies

And the wind is whispering wonder between the trees

And where are you going and

Why aren't you waiting

Who gets to hold a night like this

In the palm of their sweaty, lonely hand

To hold it like a secret forever

– olivia gwyn

I will not be afraid anymore

And in that day

When it is finished

When you walk once forevermore

Out of that grave

I will walk with you 

And where you walk I will also walk 
And I will bow and rise and lift my hands and sing

I will sing and dance
And all will be redeemed 

And where you sit I will sit 

By your side with you 
And we will eat together 

As friends
And there will be no more tears  
Only you 

And I will not be afraid anymore

And what a miracle 
My God
That you are Good

That I will see your face

That I am yours

And you are mine

And I will know

And I will not be afraid anymore

It is July

It is July

It’s the cool draft of dusk on my bare arms

The heaviness of the summer air draped across my chest 

It’s the buzz of the cicadas and the intimate calls of the geese

It’s the haze of the lilac sky in the distance, the blue fog creeping up

in its wake 

It is the silence, the ripples in the water, the language of the quiet

It is July and I am learning that I no longer need to be afraid 

                                – olivia gwyn