falling in love

falling in love

is not just for lovers of the honeymoon kind,

the high school sweethearts or courting kings and queens kind–

but we can fall into love with all of us:

the way five crowd a sidewalk street on a sunny day,

or sit in an unworthy cafe just to bask in the company of grace,

or trace hearts and tears on each others’ faces

just to draw a glimpse of what it’s like in heaven,

or drive extra unnecessary miles in the rain

just to spend necessary minutes to hear your pain

And when I see the carrying of the smallest things in our hands,

I know that heaven must be somewhere inside this messiness of falling into love