And let the night’s warm breath sigh over you.
let the soft touch of cotton and down swish hushingly
let all these feathered thoughts nestle breathless
in the smell of green tea and decade old paperbacks
And as the pastel hanging paper lamps dim to duskness
let your fingers trill in deep blue absence
let your mind ponder the fathomless wonder
that heaven is present
And as sleep rises like a thick mist, humming some old song half remembered
let your soul rest in sweet sustenance
let all but All fly from this tender nest
from this place of oneness and sapphire
as clear as the sky itself
The notion inside me twists,
This vivid realization
Thrusts me –
I am compelled to act:
My God is moving in their fingers’ silent dance.
My hands ache to hold you
My child, my love, my sweetness
My arms ache to squeeze you
My own, my precious, my most cherished
You are not my child by blood, but by love
And I love you
And I miss you though I’ve never met you
And I ache, I ache to hold you
From the deepest spring of my soul.
Read this to see the ones my arms ache for:
I want to kiss the whole world
Like I kiss a baby’s forehead
To hear the world’s laugh
And see its smile.
I find the lack in love songs. It makes me shift. It makes my search.
More than him and her – shouldn’t it be?
Where are the deeper truths of human nature?
And still more – where is the uniting of two souls into one and into One at once?
It’s all about the oneness – all of it – all of it about knowing our God.
With each love song I listen to, I find myself unsatisfied – left hungery for more. Even the Christian love songs… Two people lost in eachother – however romantically – are nothing but lost. But two people who are together lost in God are One: One with eachother in being One with Him.
Let us lose ourselves in our Beloved for there is no greater romance.
And for heaven’s sake, would someone write songs like that?
I love the cool, crushing rythms and melodic tones of Ingrid Michaelson’s “The Way I Am.”
It’s all new, like the moon.
And this time, I understand
That there is no differentiation
Between a temple and palace…
Between my heart and mind
Between Your heart and mine.
Definition is revelation.
I am here
And the reality keeps slapping me
Like cold water
Cold fresh water
from a summer creek.
I wish I could bury my head
In God’s chest.
I have a feeling His T-shirt would smell
My bag of laundry is now stuffed
As big as the golden retreiver I used to have.
When I consider this
I miss my golden retreiver.