I heard that you were hurting. No strike that. The words I heard expressed hurt, and sadness and I could hear them, but I felt your heart’s awakening. Like the struggle of a butterfly emerging from her cocoon, you show your strength. The unfamiliar sun of summer shines brightly. Mornings are dry, and the glare reflecting on everything seems brutal and overwhelming.

I heard that you were angry, you didn’t have to say it because I could hear it in your voice. Anger is only hurt, buried in our hearts. We spend our lives considering, and reconsidering our wounds, and forgiveness is so rare a gift that not all who we hope to offer it to are either worthy, or capable of accepting such precious and tender valuables.

I heard that you were defeated, that your last wishes had been dashed, daunted, and your heart was broken. You didn’t say those words. You never would. Still, that is what I heard.

I heard all of these things quite clearly, and yet, somehow I remain unconvinced. The love, and faith, passion, and hope in your eyes flicker like sparks between paragraphs of longing, and disappointment. The weight of days is upon you. Days are so heavy and all too often unkind. And yet, radiant you are, even now, with tears streaming from your eyes.

I hear a song of sadness, and endurance. I see flowers blooming in your hair, and the angels surrounding you everywhere. There is light, and there is darkness. There is music, and there is silence. All of these things are serious, delightful, and frightening.

So I walked to the water’s edge and sat down in the sand. I watched the clouds embrace the sun in an elegant waltz, as she introduced the twilight to everyone. I cupped a single star in my hand, and shed a quiet tear. I kissed it tenderly and whispered something secret, and then released it into the air.

May love always light your path, and all of your dreams come true.