The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. (Psalms 16:6 ESV)
Upward, a spirit lifted
quieted by silence with no need defining-
draw up lines where a frown keeps beckoning thee; a shadow will cast insecurities where hiding becomes
You were not created with a false security.
For I could never love you with less than I have already given–look skyward, My darling, limitations you will not see;
only possibilities reflect endless beauty.
Clouds break even at light shining through, hold tight to this sight
though your vision may be blurry
I’m nearer, found in solitary breaths
where tremblings magnify.