Isn't it harmless? (real love VS. reality)
the unseen costs of loving well
isn't it harmless
our house foggy in rearview mirrors
blinded by should've, could've
long lost sisters
weren't You there Father, not further
next to me that summer
sitting on Mrs. Pain's porch
sipping sweet honey chamomile tea?
did You rock me to sleep on that old dodine chair?
eyes opened, eyes closed
your smiles memories wander
so I wonder
uncle, grandma, the others if I could have loved you better
isn't it harmless
Mrs. What-if staring at our driveway
shaking her head, asking for different footprints
maybe just maybe
should've said I'm here more
could've held your hands a little tighter
the way a child clutches candy wrappers
isn't it harmless
our GPS saying on the narrow road with
no ETA or apologies near
I ignore getting rerouted over and over
but do I really know the best way there?
who are You to tell me
turn left or make a U-turn?
isn't it harmless
memories sitting in our living room
replaying the old rejection tune
tear-soaked pillow choir sing
our familiar refrain
to be human is to bleed a little always
isn't it harmless
being overlooked again
your words
no volume. no reply. nothing but vapor
were we made for a different world?
growing pains hardly normal
old wounds keep tingling like they're fresh
living in-between not quite there yet
isn't it harmless
open hands holding out your heart
trading trauma for a connection
but what do I do with hands still empty?
a love time stole away
burning palms left hanging
waiting for a sorry that never came
You forgave without hearing a sorry first
forgive them for they
do not know as Your anthem
You're 100% man, 100% God
could one man ever attempt?
but You did say we have a helper
isn't it harmless
loving as Jesus did
no ceiling. no limits.
a threshold few are willing to travel
uprooting pride takes wine-red sweat
yet suffering is our path to die
looking like our savior
they say true love means sacrifice
not an emotion, but real action
clinging our gravitational center
to something greater
digging through muddy wells
with strong natural fiber
manila ropes anchoring our waist
discovering no limits. nothing wasted.
pouring from newly stretched wineskin
to love with a tight yet loose thread
isn't it harmless
isn't it harmless...
still think it’s harmless?Heart Call:
Oh no this is not invitation to love less—but love and release our grip.
What memory do you keep replaying,
hoping it’ll give you closure?Who are you still waiting to hear sorry from,
when God already said to let it go?
Photo Credits: Baylee Gramling.