Patient habits

We are going to live with aching exuberance
We are going to exult in our famished spirits
We are going to wonder and awe until we get new names
We are going to rest and release
We are going to protect and punish
We are going backward so we can go forward
We are battling and lovemaking, stopping and sprinting
The heat is rising; I contemplate contempt but I relapse into forgiveness instead; it’s a habit 

Ringed

 I always thought I would look down at my ringed finger, relieved and secure in my knowledge of being chosen 

Instead I find comfort in his ringed finger, Moved by his sign of commitment, more than my own token.

And finding that even this monumental human commitment feels small and fragile, certain as we can be in our unknowingness;

And that the creator’s steadfast covenant is the truer foundation, where I built my life in years of waiting, a true home never to depart from.