When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I felt you kiss me good night,
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
And I learned that sometimes things hurt,
But it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw that you cared
And I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I looked …
And wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
Author Unknown
Erica and Marco
August 24, 2007
Just a quick congratulations to Erica and Marco. They’re off in Hawaii right now, and then it’s back home to Italy. Great wedding you two, it was beautiful! If you would like to see their slideshow, click here.
Touched by An Angel
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
by Maya Angelou
Father of the Bride
By Jennie Wheeling
.
The dance, a command performance
Daddy’s Little Girl, the song
yet the body held, a woman now.
The man decorated in black and white
struggles to hide the tears
that threaten to expose themselves
as each
step,
step
draws them closer
to the turning of another page.
The teacher recalls the touch
of weightless feet upon his own
as they
stepped,
stepped
to the sounds of heartbeats
and laughter.
The father remembers sleepless
nights, and
steps,
steps
that circled rooms filled
with the whimsy of
a little girl’s dreams,
and
the lump in his throat when
she brought the message
he knew would come
from one
who was a child,
is his child,
is a woman,
is
another’s bride.
