Then, I Met Her….

Then, I Met Her….

The rain came before the sun. The umbrella, I placed over my head didn’t prevent me from being drenched. The storm was a message, we really wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We fought until we spoke the same language. We shared until it became natural. We hugged and kissed until we were pros. We ask hard questions expecting honest answers. We searched for where we related together. We never pretend we didn’t disagree, we expressed it. Sometimes we had to retreat to our corners, other times we stood in the middle of the ring and traded punches. I thought, I was protected by the umbrella over my head but I was drenched. She came from out of nowhere; clear skies, one gray cloud, then the whole world went black. My heart pumped, frustration became a normal emotion, but the greatest Love was somehow being built. She didn’t want my compassion, she wanted my truth. She didn’t shy away from my mind, she just challenged it to open up further. It was raw from the beginning until one day we were cooked. All of our truths on the table, we were ready to dine for a lifetime. Then, the sun came out….

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God’s Sense of Humor

God has a sense of humor! The pleasure of creating a life, doesn’t always measure the pain of bringing that life into this world. I mean, people talk about the greatest trick the devil has ever pulled, is convincing the world he doesn’t exist. Yet, God’s trick to reproduction is a great pleasure before watching our women go through the worse pain imaginable. And us men are just bystanders. We kissed their lips, danced in between their legs, and came together. Just to be yelled at, pushed away, and made to feel like we are being torn apart. But, when that head emerges and the life we created is rested between us; we contemplate doing it all again. At that moment, all we can do is thank God for all the pain because the joy can’t be measured.

Watching Faith….

Watching Faith….

They sit on a train staring in one another’s eyes. Nothing else around them matters. He speaks to her in a tone only she can hear. She is interested in the words that leave his lips. I watch her study his face. She doesn’t see me because she only sees him. The faithfulness of this intensity makes me envy him. Not because I want the woman he has but I do want the connection they share. They may be at the beginning or the middle of their relationship but one thing is for sure they can’t see the end. They have painted my faith….

~AzizBrown~

Love Won’t Failure….

Love Won’t Failure….

We can give our souls to a friendship and still watch the hands on the clock slowly tick to the end of it. We can put our faith in another human life, just to be reminded that faith goes both ways. We can experience the strongest punches of pain, but we get back up. We continue to search for people that make life worth breathing and in those breathes, we remember hope fuels Love, and in an instant we are transformed to only seeing the pleasures of reaching our destination….

~AzizBrown~