First writing in a long time
A little bit of prose I wrote from the perspective of one of our boys.
Under the cut for the sake of being tidy.
I know a boy with eyes born of the dawn sea, with the first touch of sunlight. They are as unknown as the ocean depths, the first snow that falls unstirred. The stars kiss his skin and all of God's Grace might reside within him. I would gather the first light of the oldest sun and hold it to his soul, that you might marvel at the brilliance of him. I would never fall if he would love me.
I know a boy with eyes that know the world, that all things are made and unmade within them, and the Mighty Chorus might weep at their beauty.
If he could love me I would know the unfurling of every leaf, the age of every stone, the wash of every river and the name of all the shadows.
If he could love me I would have fire in every sinew and touch each horizon.
Under the cut for the sake of being tidy.
I know a boy with eyes born of the dawn sea, with the first touch of sunlight. They are as unknown as the ocean depths, the first snow that falls unstirred. The stars kiss his skin and all of God's Grace might reside within him. I would gather the first light of the oldest sun and hold it to his soul, that you might marvel at the brilliance of him. I would never fall if he would love me.
I know a boy with eyes that know the world, that all things are made and unmade within them, and the Mighty Chorus might weep at their beauty.
If he could love me I would know the unfurling of every leaf, the age of every stone, the wash of every river and the name of all the shadows.
If he could love me I would have fire in every sinew and touch each horizon.