How You let your side be ripped open that our lives need never be split into sacred and secular.
How you were slashed that our lives could be seamless — all holy.
I see you.
Your curve of your mouth, the light in your eyes – and the grey
The restlessness of your feet
The ache of longing in your heart rendered by
That place where joy unspeakable meets not yet. Already.
But not yet.
Taste! And see that I am good.
Touch this here, taste this sweet honey, listen to my voice – weighed deep and still.
Count each blessing, inscribe on your heart and with each carve the yawning gap of not yet is imbued with the hue of the already. There is a now to this moment. Touch it! Taste!
And watch as I breathe on your eyes and cobwebs fall. I will show you a third heaven and you will know it is Me.
I will put a new song in your mouth – ‘Come and see!’, and they will come for it is I, and I, and I and I simply am.
But stay a while. For this place is just for you and I too. So stay a while.
I see your smile, your restless feet, your aching heart. Don’ think it escaped my n0tice – I will tell you in a crowded room through the touch of a hand unfamiliar.
And here is enough. Take this with you, friend.