Saturday, November 19, 2011


Written by: Ryan O'Neal, of the band Sleeping At Last
i’ve waited a hundred years.
but i’d wait a million more for you.
nothing prepared me for
what the privilege of being yours would do.

if i had only felt the warmth within your touch,
if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,
or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
i would have known what i was living for all along.
what i’ve been living for.

your love is my turning page,
where only the sweetest words remain.
every kiss is a cursive line,
every touch is a redefining phrase.

i surrender who i’ve been for who you are,
for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
if i had only felt how it feels to be yours,
well, i would have known what I’ve been living for all along.
what i’ve been living for.

though we’re tethered to the story we must tell,
when i saw you, well, i knew we’d tell it well.
with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.
like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.

listen to Sleeping At Last here!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011



scattered & small.


all my days.
"If we let Him— for we can prevent Him, if we choose— He will make the feeblest and filthiest of us into a god or goddess, a dazzling, radiant, immortal creature, pulsating all through with such energy and joy and wisdom and love as we cannot now imagine, a bright stainless mirror which reflects back to God perfectly (though, of course, on a smaller scale) his own boundless power and delight and goodness.  The process will be long and in parts very painful, but that is what we are in for.  Nothing less.  He meant what He said."

– C.S. Lewis