Sense


Sense

It’s funny how nothing in life makes sense until it does
We are just feathers
Floating in the wind
Flying recklessly through the sky
Succumbing to the mercy of the breeze
Until we land on a sandy beach or dusty sidewalk
We wait for someone to pick us up
We wait for our feather to have purpose in someone’s hand
Loved for
Cared for
This was you
Floating in the wind
Waiting for your life to make sense
For all of your broken parts to be refurbished
Your drive to nowhere to become a destination
You didn’t know what you were running to
But you were sprinting out of fear
You thought it was too late for the feather to be held
For the puzzle pieces to come together
So you stopped running
Stopped driving
Stopped searching
And it was in that moment
The wind stopped
The fear stopped
The hurt stopped
And everything fell into place
It’s funny how nothing in life makes sense until it does
Nothing can stop you from your destiny
But yet
We still fear our feather isn’t pretty enough to be picked up
Our broken pieces are too shattered to become anything with purpose
I know you have experienced
Heart breaks
Broken roads
Dead ends
But to those turbulent winds I am thankful
Because you found me
We built a home
And our love had a place in this world
We are one chance out of a million
We may be a product of
Struggles
Closed doors
Open doors that just slam in your face
The pain that knocks the breath out of you
But once again
Nothing in life makes sense until it does
Our lives are a testimony to how when we stand still
Stop searching
Just Pause
God gives us what we need
Even when we do not think we need it
So this is a thank you
Thank you to all of the
Beer bottles
Fights
Tears
Long nights in a bar
The feeling of abandonment
And the sweat
Because it brought me you
You were running uphill and you didn’t even know it
But you’ve reached the top and the view is great
Your perseverance will not be forgotten
And our story will be told to our kids and their kids
Even before the beginning of the time
God knew you were capable of being mine
Although you may feel like one feather out of a million
You are my feather
My destination
And my world
It’s not a matter of escaping your destiny
It’s a matter of when
It’s funny how nothing in life makes sense until it does

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