Eyes. Once again, the most compelling piece of God's creation have taken my soul captive. Piercing through my toughest skin, they gaze upon even my most naked being, knowing me, engulfing me, understanding me. Just when I think it impossible to be enraptured by such an entity, I am whisked away into bliss; or as I know it, foreverness among the deepest of spirits.
My brokenness is gracefully mended amidst the throngs of passion while the essence of my being is carefully mended back together. A patchwork of life's stories are once again pieced together in an effort to make sense of chaos. Accomplishment, then, is found in the pleased eye of the beholder as he studies his subject of love, lavishing his love upon his subject.
In between the lines is where I have been hiding. I did not go unnoticed, though, and I was brought out of the cold. Warmth of togetherness and true fellowship surrounded me, thawing my frigid bones, transforming me into the creature from whence I came. My purpose rediscovered, my being presses onward toward a prize of unmeasurable peace.
No comments:
Post a Comment