Some of my friends have magnetic words for their fridges. I need to get some for my fridge, but in the meantime, I use theirs. This is a little piece I wrote on one a few weeks ago:

I ache
A spark for my heart
For it to shine

I dream of summer
Crushing through the rainy, wintry spray

I trudge languidly in
The chains of rusty blues
Lusting sweetness behind the void

Ou est l’étincelle? Perhaps it’s closer than I think. But while I wait, I lay my comfort in the truth that God has made verything beautiful in its time (Ecclesiastes 3:11). But in the meantime, I dream, and I’ll try not to trudge for too long!