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I hear your song—
the longing lyrics of being known,
a rhythmic pulse of blood and tears
prove what you are made of,
a common dream of worth.

I look in your eyes—
it’s as if I’m staring in a mirror,
you on the other side.
I want to protect you and
embrace you all at once.

I sense your passion—
who am I to dampen your flame?
I still have dreams I’m chasing,
senseless though they may seem to those
who’ve (by now) snuffed their flame out.

This is what I need to say to you:

Go, chase your dream.
Run through the brisk wind,
take a chance,
fall down and cry hard,
taste your food, learn 
those wiser than yourself. And yes,
follow the road less traveled
(you know, 
the one that has made
all the difference).

As you walk your path
catching lightning bugs and
blazing after stars, remember this—
You do not have to prove yourself.
You are (already) intimately known
by a Loving God who wants for you.
You are good. You are loved.
Not for what you do.
Not for what you produce.
Not for the success you gain.
Not for who you are becoming.
For who you already are. in this moment.
You are a spark of divine love
in an immense ocean.

(listen, listen).
This is the truth
that makes all the difference.

Receive the love.
Share your glimmer.

Dedicated to my two boys whose dreams continue to emerge.