Patience

I luxuriate in Your presence, bathed from head to toe in this warm, cotton-soft glow. It starts delightfully, playfully, spring in step, bubbling somewhere in the corner of me, and then with a gleeful rush fans into a thrumming, vast and roaring, deep and rooted satisfaction. It feels confidently, solidly right, like the firm, living warmth of oak and bark beneath my hands. It feels grounded and it feels good. Purposeful. Intentional. A luxuriating passion that can appreciate and delight in waiting, rolling in an eager contentment for the here and now, yet brave enough to leap at Your call. It's a fullness that beckons life and laughs a heady, wild and daring joy.

beautiful

When clouds roll like ocean waves
ablaze with such golden warmth
that beams to touch the jasmine sky
and falls to break on days gone by.

Firm

How do others do it? Without You I am lost, floundering in the ragged folds of life and overwhelmed by such beggaring immensity that my forlorn pride becomes my rock, poorly built and poorly hewn as it is.
You are this sharp and clear breath I take every 4 beats, clearing my mind and enlarging my soul. I find myself larger, I find myself stronger, I find myself bigger...encompassing all of ...this. Ready, clear and calm and ready.

Unfinished.