Hands Passing Baton at Sporting Event (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You have wounded me.
But I can see
my wounding
is from
your own pain.
I refuse
to allow
this relay race
of passing
this baton of hurt
to continue
for even
one more lap.
I will keep
this baton.
I will return to you
loving kindness
and
forgiveness.
And
I will not
concern myself
over
whether you
“get it.”
I
will leave that
between
you
and
God.
Beautiful Sunset Over The Water Dunedin (Photo credit: _setev)
The storms and rains
have grayed
my days.
My nights
stretch into me
with chilled abandonment.
Through endless existence
there is a hunger,
an empty knowing,
an aching longing.
I have known
the sun is out there
somewhere.
My hope
hangs on a thin ray
of faith
in some day.
Then my mind’s eye
relives that moment
you told me,
“I have fallen in love with you,
What took you so long,
I have been waiting for you forever!”
You spoke aloud
my secret words
my wish
my longing
my pain.
Words harbored
so hidden
in my heart.
None had heard
but God.
Words wept
in worship,
weakness,
want and
worthlessness.
You held a mirror
and reflected
my deepest desire
back to me.
And the sun–
You are warmer,
warming me,
more than any fantasy.
Singing doves,
mimic the symphony of my joy.
Sparkling reflections echo
my treasure-trove
of priceless gems for my soul.
Dancing rainbows
bounce in my innermost being.
I never knew my world
was black and white
before you spoke.
You cannot ever know
how you touched me
in that one moment in time.
Remembering
your words,
your eyes,
your voice,
your touch,
My sun is you.
