I dream about growing old

I dream about growing old

I imagine I'll probably get a pair of chunky

Unlikely-colored eye-glasses

And be all wrinkly 

And go gray before I know it

I'll probably have a hard time getting out of bed

And forget to buy butter 

And maybe even lock myself out the house

And I dream I'll probably be

So much more in love with you and your wrinkly old self

Than we smooth-skinned, good-kneed selves can even imagine now

– 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