Well, Heath. I’ve been directed to this specific poem and I started my morning off reading it. Four reads now.

Firstly, that wasn’t the best idea. I just called off work, again. I’ve been healing from advertised trauma in media. Today, I called off to go support my work. Publicly. Going to a reading, to read my work. It came as a response to reading your work.

Can I say that? This morning I read this lovely piece that I still haven’t quite digested. And last night, I read Michael Adewunmi’s response to his quote being posted. And it shook my bones into moving. Again.

Is it safe to say, that there are some words that give hope? Not hope to do anything. Or give anything. Or be more. Just to be. Or mostly, just to love. I love the art of loving. And I miss it. Not loving to get anything out of it. Loving because we’re made to love.

Your piece is giving love. No taking or receiving. Just giving it. Sure, it’s romantic & it’s enough to make one speechless. Seriously! But since I’m rarely ever speechless, I’m going to emote all over this in a simple response.

I’m glad you’re brave enough or loving enough to pen “another” love poem in the midst of disasters. I’m happy that your gift is your heart. Your feelings. Your emotions. & your actions.

Maybe. it was good to start my morning off with Beatification. Maybe to remind me I’m a capable of loving in this capacity. Or, dare I say being loved in this capacity? Maybe. It is all to remind me that underneath it all, humans are still comprised of mostly love. I believe that. Despite the reason. I am truly respecting you more for this poem. It is raw. in some ways empowering & hopeful. Also, quite tasty. The beauty is in the art of giving because you desire to give. But I’m sure you are aware of this.