Beyond the Rust.

The winding green growth soaked in stained magenta berries wrapped around the worn wired fence which encompassed the alley way. Empty soda bottles, cracked beer caps, and cigarette butts hid beneath the shadows of the thick green stubborn stalks of grass which rose wherever they pleased to rise. A dog barked behind the rusty fence, a little boy’s questions were spoken into stale spoiled air; a tenderness filled my heart and settled there comfortably. To love a people is fullfilling; to love a town is uplifting; to love a friend is rewarding- but for me to love a man is terrifying.  As decapitating buildings lined the streets of Chester begging its inhabitants to pay them heed, the love which filled my heart for him begged for attention as every fiber within my soul fought to put to put it to death- to protect myself.

Jesus I love you. You know as surely as sparks fly upward, that humans are born to trouble, and yet  you continue to love us still. Thank you for knowing me, for understanding my heart and its fears and for continuing to pursue me still.

-yours