Of Festivals & Fireworks

David Crowder Band – Sometimes

I often tell Amy that “hate” is a strong word.

I hate that she’s hurting.
I hate that he’s gone.
I hate that the distance is too far.
I hate that words aren’t enough.
I hate that I can’t be there. 

Most days, pessimism isn’t my first cue.

Most days,
I love that sound of mail through the door.
I love that she’s so close.
I love that 7 o’clock golden hue.
I love that he’s coming home.
I love that we celebrate small things.

(Photo via Many Fires)


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