Tuesday, May 30, 2006
As I continue on this journey, I begin to understand the difference between necessity and love. A romance sprung from darkness transforms my cruelest day to gentle night and fills my soul with joy. How beautiful the trees and each whispering blade of grass, how lovely the chirp of crickets and the owls. How handsome my lover’s eyes by moonlight!
Perched on the steps outside his door we sat under a cloudy sky. We celebrated the sun’s antithesis by the light a single star in Heaven. Like laughing children we hailed in a new day, singing “It’s a Wonderful World.” It came to me then, the splendor of living and loving. My fears have been apprehended, the veil has been lifted from my eyes at heart’s long last and I rejoice in the absence of daylight. I see such beauty in darkness, such peace in quiet, such pale brilliance in the moon, such fulfillment in the calm when all the world lays tucked inside their beds except us creatures of the night.
His spirit is as the oak, strong and rooted to the ground. In foul gales of wind and volleys of rain, I clung to his outstretched branches, and he my only hope delivered me from the storm. He ushered in the dawn like Mercy’s sweet unguent on mourning; I am saved. For love and gratitude, I offer myself and all the pieces of my broken heart to him. As bark and bone shall grow together, so my soul be knitted into wholeness for each caress and tender gaze bestowed on me.
I am swept away by the current, not for evil but for my own love of him. I let the flood overtake me as it infiltrates my lungs, I give in to the pleasure of drowning in his arms. In these few and heartfelt pages I admit it freely that I love him, but the words have never left my lips.
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