If you think
I do not love you,
look at the crescent moon
hung as a twinkle in My eye.
Pay no mind Oklahoma’s distance,
Love’s sill gonna getcha.
No once upon a time pretense.
No, no, only a welcome spotlight
illuminating garbage in your mind
I seek purifying. Ninety-three percent
of your minds fills with fear:
there is no time.
You should be checkingcheckingchecking,
seeing why everything feels contrary
to my Word. Don’t you think I know
your nerves, your anxiety you are
trying to keep dormant? How apart
you feel from My arms? You are tired,
hearing this: He should wake me, let
my hands continue producing loveless phrase.
Then, I’ll be somewhere with envy no longer a hinder.
But, darling, right here under this comforter, lies My presence.
What you’ve longed to better grasp. My grace is sufficient
Without question, reason. Your weakness is before Me.
Stop letting doubt, fear, time swing away your view.
Let My shoulder pillow your wearied head.
You don’t have to speak.
We can stay under cover,
share breath, silence.
I’ll stroke My fingers through your hair,
boyishly beautiful. Wind will chill
people, places, things outside
the blinded windows.
This is love, My child.
resting under My caring hands
wounds meant for a warrior,
never intended for punishing His beloved.
Author’s Note: The beginning of this poem was inspired by this picture, taken by http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/2014/11/18/i-hope-your-day-is-filled-with-joy/. I love what God shows through her eyes. I love you, Michelle. ❤