To see the questions in your head. Leave a light on in the dark-to let somebody in.

I can’t help feeling the calling. The calling from

the cabins. From the forests laden with snow. I can hear it.

It’s not a destiny calling-it’s more of

desire calling.

I picture myself being holed up in a lovely house with the man I love.

And just being in love-enjoying the company, and feeling at home. The

half-frozen river that came in and tore the trees apart and covered their roots and

their souls and stayed at its height-frozen in place-calls too. And I see the black and the

green, and your dreams. I see the bike and you and me. Do you know I could live in the country with you

forever? And I just wish it all fit in. But at the same time-I’m only thinking of me,

and my desires. It would be pure bliss, it would be so beautiful. But I don’t think it would be my purpose. So when I ask if there’s anyone who could wait 12 years, what I’m really asking is if there’s anyone who is willing to give up that life. Because if I’m not living for God I’d rather not live at all. And as someone wise said, I rather have God hijack my plans of adventure or of my love. I rather have Him lead me. Whether that leads away or to love. If his perfect love is with me-then the rest just fades in the background.