to silence the loud beeping.
Slumbering senses come alive slowly.
The seafoam mug dotted with white
cradles the steaming liquid.
The muddy hue and the faint smell of vanilla, inviting.
The chair waits empty.
Pens stand in a vase, at the ready.
A light burns low and calming.
The pages rustle softly as angel's wings.
Enveloped in stitches sewn decades ago,
I am soon lost in the wonder of it all -
the story of the Prince who left the castle to claim me.
We meet somewhere between the earthly and the heavenly;
for I know even the most divine communion here
cannot compare to knowing Him fully.
I have slipped the bonds of the temporal and into the eternal.
These moments - this hour - is sacred.
It shadows all others to come.
The day intrudes, brash and demanding.
Chores beckon and duty calls.
I crash back into the boundaries of time and flesh.
And I count the hours until we will meet again.
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I feel the intimacy in the meeting. There is none like it, until we get all the way home. Thanks for this beautiful poem, Melissa. You express the longings in my own heart too.
Now I want to go read a historical romance. Or see Pride and Prejudice...LOL. Alas, I am here wearing away my fingertips typing. :o)
Nicole,
I was praying it would encourage others to read the Bible ;-)
I love this! You put my experience and emotions into words like I could not! Beautiful...Thank you!
"The pages rustle softly as angel's wings.
Enveloped in stitches sewn decades ago,
I am soon lost in the wonder of it all"...oh yes...may we never get over the wonder of it all...lovely reminder...thank you for sharing
What a beautiful poem! So intimate! I love it! Saying hi from Walk with Him Wednesdays.
i love this...i have always the sweetness of those morning hours spent in His grace. thanks for sharing!
Anyone who writes poetry garners my highest admiration. You go, girl! What a beautiful expression of your morning hour! Thanks for sharing so honestly and beautifully...
I’m here from Ann’s again today
Those moments we are in tune with Our Lord. I try to do it as you do – but it doesn’t work for me. I’m glad you have these moments with him – before “The day intrudes, brash and demanding.”
I truly enjoyed reading this.
God Bless you and all of yours
What a stunningly beautiful poem! Thank you so much for sharing it!
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