I sit here this morning with my newly poured coffee and having just reread last night's entry... I would like to continue here today. I cast my mind back to the night, I don't remember my dreams but I know I woke up and took time to return to the windows before wrestling with the covers to let me escape into this new day's existence. That's something.
We sit side by side this morning right in the middle of the frame, close enough that our arms touch.
I'll be with people today.
Yup. So what about operating out of this center, how could that change today and it's moments?
I would assume with significance... I so need Your mercy to remain conscious of being 'here'.
Okay.
The crisp air is accentuated when that first ray breaks around the neighboring building and begins it's early morning labor of painting everything in hues of impossible gold. I shiver, to which You respond by getting up and re-positioning Yourself around me. We continue to look out but as Your arms hold onto me, I forget entirely the cold that tried to cloak me moments before. I hear and feel Your breath by my ear and I squeeze my eyes shut to try and commit it to memory. Oh please let me exist in this nearness. A small but desperate tear sneaks out while a soft kiss is placed on my head followed by words that are laced with a sweet sincerity
I am always here.
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