A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Monday, June 11, 2012


To Emerge

From beneath ruins of broken soldiers
She emerges with valiant whispers
Of a past she cannot shed.
But her feet are shaking,
Unsteady beneath her waking spirit
As she stumbles to find
what she is looking for.

He holds out His hand to catch her,
Puts His ear to her lips and hears
Her valiant whispers of uncertainty.

This is the pillar of two hearts
Fighting for life and love.
One sacred one broken.
This is the column of two strangers,
Brought together with reserve
And an expanse that no man can fill.

And she puts her hands on His chest,
And feels his heart beating there,
the fire of His love, His pierced heart…
and she emerges from her broken ruins,
and lets her spirit wake.


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