a glorious invitation

credit: design sponge; apartment of teresa grow

this painting.
OH, this painting.

i love when i see something
or hear something
that stirs so deep
the truest of places
of myself.
of my heart.
of my hope
for what might be true
about myself
and about life
and about god
and love.
i love when this place is nudged,
gently woken up by a warm hand
placed on a shoulder
and a whisper is uttered,
"it is okay to wake up now.
to come out and play again.
there is hot cocoa on the stove
and at least one other person
in the world who is glad you are around.
wake up, will you?
it matters greatly that you do.
oh, how it matters!"