Shall I dream back; silver streaked in air devouring? Your pursuit of full heart devotion, full mind compulsion owns my very breath and I am windless. My sails slumber and the ocean of everything swells around me. Silver streaked, my body; air devouring, life’s very atmosphere. Take me full in You for I am too much here.

I wrote this on the day we found out Lindsey was pregnant with Kalin.

Kalin:
One day’s dream worth dying; crescendoing favor in my joy. It is the blessing riches; it is the hope for a tomorrow. Life spring and this too is eternal. Life wells within life. Hope too, for all the days’ misgivings and the uneasy dance of the morning sun. But it still is risen, this sun, only staggered from my perspective. “Flowers neither spin nor toil”, but there is provision; and we are each like the flowers in a young bride’s hair.