“And I can’t stop myself thinking,
‘What did I do to deserve a morning like this?’
The answer comes in the silence
of the microwave beep,
‘Nothing.’
And it is enough.”
Olivia’s words have been been a part of my life for a few years now, but to read them all together, on a page, packs a gut-punch (in the best way possible). I found myself going, ‘whoa, whoa, wait…’ upon finishing each poem. It’s the kind of book you find yourself writing in the margins of, because somewhere between the author’s heart, their pen, and your mind, the words have become about you, too.
All I can say is “On the Way Home” is true to it’s name - it feels like coming home. It feels like patience, and growing pains, and the realization of love. The gospel whispers straight to us, and shouts in our insufficiencies. I see myself, and where I once hated myself, I love the way I’m made. It’s about an ordinary life that is anything but ordinary; oh, if only we’ll believe it.
Thank you, Olivia, for your courage and your gift. His words in you are wonderful.