I know the war that keeps you wary, and the burden that you carry,
and the weight that seems to tarry as you search for something more.
Cindy GreenCindy Green is a forest-wandering, poetry-scribbling stargazer with messy notebooks and messy thoughts. Despite her love for all of God’s creation, sunflowers and stars in particular have a way of sneaking into both her writing and her heart (but you won’t hear her complaining about it). She is an amateur sword-wielder with a Highland-dancing warrior spirit who also writes letters to the moon and considers the sky her best friend. While Cindy enjoys a wide range of smile-inducing activities such as camping, downhill skiing, and reading, her favorites include listening to the whispering of the wind and singing along to every word at a Skillet concert (resulting in the temporary misplacement of her voice). A focused daydreamer, organized pack rat, and oblivious observer, she is a self-professing ambivert (or a living contradiction) who deeply feels both the beauty and fallen state of the world. Through her words, she hopes to describe the indescribable and form personal connections with people while reflecting a love for her Savior and a passion for everything she touches.
I know the war that keeps you wary, and the burden that you carry,
and the weight that seems to tarry as you search for something more.
In another universe, the sky is always the softest blue, but it rains more often than it does here. The storms are loud and claim to know all about me. My thoughts are as tangled as my hair, and I draw butterflies and flowers all over my arms.
Listen. There is a soft beat inside you— the sound you so often interpreted as the footsteps of those who have run away, echoing, imprinted on your soul. But listen closer, because this is the beat of your heart, and it is here to stay. Step outside, because...
Hands softer than butterflies, and yet strong; gentle enough to brush the dust and ashes from crumbling candles and crowns. Castle walls are not as strong as I thought. Soot blacker than the night sky, smelling of engine exhaust and cigarettes, my eyes burning...