dear, aaron

this blog seems to have become for you.
before,
it was for me,
and perhaps it will continue
to be for me,
to figure things out; to use word and space as a grounding
of faith,
Questions,

life.

but, it has also become for you.
though you may never see it,

and passers-by may stumble upon my queries,
i will come here or to my book
when i want to speak

to you

for my silence

to you

is out of Love.
Out of Trust.

That I Must do What I Must,

as you too,

do what you're supposed to.

understanding the sacrifice that comes with the best interest of others
can be
difficult.

But i trust
one must

obey.


Dear, who do you obey?