The Days are And They Come


Monday, March 13 2017

The days are and they come.
They flow towards me and leave me.
Are you here?

I stand barefoot in the sand,
close to the water,
and wonder about this life flowing through me.
Is my greatest purpose to be loved?

The sand feels warm under my toes.
Can you feel it?
The grains of sand's reaction to the sun,
which in turn affects me.

It feels nice to stand like this.
I wonder, is this my beloved's work, given to me?

And there You are - in this moment of many moments.
In the silence, with bare feet on a heated beach.
I feel the heat spreading through my bones up to the chest.


I did not notice how cold I felt until now.


In these little things - almost invisible - insignificant - 

you reveal yourself.
You care.

I am at peace.

The days are and they come and with each of them,
you are there.
I remember your words;
"Though she may forget, I will not forget you".
This is your work.
You loved me first.

Slowly, to feel the fullness of the movement, I stretch my hands towards the sky.
For a long time, I stand with hands stretch high and feel the warmth of being loved.
In the corner of my eye, I see your light.
The silhouette of your face. I turn towards you and melt in your smile.
Resting in the gaze leading me to the water of eternity.

You stroke my hair.
I feel the touch of an eternal covenant. 
I am created in the knowledge of belonging.
I belong.

The days are welcomed. They may come and go.
I lean down towards the water and let my fingers follow the water's movement,
and then I create movement.
Everything affects everything.
The temperature of the water feels cold against my warmth.
It creates an awareness.
The water is
I am
My fingers move through the water.
The water moves through my fingers.
                   I see you walking on the water.
A new dimension
               Come, you say.
My hand in yours.
We go.

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