O, how I have been assailed,
brought low to the belief:
My importance is less than the people who occupy the space I call home.
Car keys in hand.
Or back pockets.
Money in their wallets.
I’ve been hindered by the thought:
I am not adult.
At world standards.
Dread swells my heart with question.
What will happen if (when) I’m left alone?
When the ones I love pass on to different life stages?
Then, finally welcomed to Your humble abode?
What if I go first?
I don’t want to be in pain when I do.
I’m not ready.
I still yearn to see,
be with You
I don’t know why
everyday is palpable
Why my heart is burning up
because I know You are standing beside.
Holding my right hand.
Gazing upon my face with the joy of a father walking his daughter down the aisle.
To her Beloved.
Except I am already with Him.
A bride, child, beaming as He exclaims:
She is mine, she is mine, she is mine!
My only one.
Of whom I take great care.
Promising, Do not fear, my darling.
You have My blessing love, eternally.
I can’t keep away.
I am fearfully & wonderfully woven in, by You.
Your works, such as this love,
I well know.