Heres a poem a good friend of mine wrote about me. Just wanted to share it with you guys.
Evan wanders the universe, honeysuckle tickling her,
Visibly stirred, but never shaken by wild, unpredictable things.
She’s exactly who she was meant to be,
Doing what God has sent her here to do,
Walking on a stubbornly venomous trail, strangely present,
somehow unappealing, hedged but never trimmed,
Overrun by weeds and spite,
It’s mixed with pretty wild flowers.
She’s a warrior forcefully taking back,
A victory rightfully hers.
She’s a fighting, calmly raging polite wild woman,
Struggling to gain an inch in an inch-less box,
But perhaps, boxes have deteriorating simple walls,
And walls are falling, falling, falling - falling down.
And if they don’t, she has a big, sharp ax!
Evan is happy and unhappy,
Noticing the unnoticed,
A confident, fine and splendid young lady,
Sensitized by pain and time,
She’s been hurt, and at times, scarred by life,
Adrift in a waterless, unending sea,
And drifting there and everywhere, she admits to herself consciously,
Her path is invisible and thirsty, fleeting and unknown,
But what’s life, without a challenge?
She has been damaged and unhealed inside,
From sitting at short tables with grasping men.
She feels piercing and disruptive stings from lying down in beds,
Seeded with many mean scorpions …
But, she is exceedingly generous, tough, determined, patient soul …
Still unchanged inside, still liberated, still Godly-inspired …
Despite men with harmful words and even deeper stingers.
And although her God-sent trust,
Had been invaded and drained dry,
To a disillusioned and lavish shade of black,
She keeps bouncing back to a familiar place,
Where discreet black is a beautiful design,
A design full of emerging and soft bliss, for fragile bliss,
Is definitely her ultimate goal!
With no slick agenda, to slow Evan down …
No purpose, no certainty, no boundaries, to chain her like most men …
No direction other than God’s will, and with no one, here to hold her back …
She’s curiously apathetic and reasonably unhindered.
Although her path bends, folds, and zigzags in a forest with monsters and untamed trails,
She’s a determined wilderness soldier, who enjoys challenging,
New views and who always continues, marching on….
Yet, perhaps and maybe too, love’s all she is searching for …
(and all she or anyone needs)
Evan sprinkles love on rigid wits with a fragrance sweet and undeniable …
It’s a decision she may live to regret …
But, what’s regret, - but never tried …
Exhausted by indifference, yet, unafraid … of the chore of loving everyone,
She is beset by prize-filled days,
For God has come to give joy
Everywhere Evan wept,