TIL 1/4/17:

That love feels like grace

That love is a kind of faith

Or faith is a kind of love

Though I trudged through downtown

In 'feels like' 16 degrees F

Wide rubber snow boots stomping out a path

With a loud swish with each swing of a arm or leg underneath my double layered grey parka

I noticed, I was warm

I felt like I was floating, like I was gracefully sweeping a single 1' above the sidewalk, never touching

There are moments I feel like I am Mary

Where I understand the sweetness of the gift you are blessing me with

Monday Jan 2 afternoon in the diner downtown

Empty because it was a holiday

And it was freezing outside

And in those teal blue bucket booth seats

The white winter sun shone blinding bright through our section's window

We smiled at each other, fearless

Like that second date at the hamburger place in Kahala

With more faith in letting go than per usual, per ever, save a few religious holy-spirit moments of knowing

So if there is a baby, there is a baby, and it is of God, and be it unto me as you have said

Nothing is ready except our hearts.