Beyond the mountains, more mountains. Dye mon, gen mon
"I was born with a bronze skin and I like it. Some of my friends were born white or black or yellow. They were not consulted. But that's all right. There are yellow roses, white roses, and red roses and the fragrance of one is about as nice as another." ~Chief Walking Buffalo
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Toddler’s Craft by Tammy
With this flawed
language I struggle to tell You that I love You…
I clumsily search for
the right order and selection of letters that I can string together, weaving a
silly toddler’s craft…a homemade beaded necklace that I mean to be diamonds and
gold, hopelessly turning my emotion into verbs and nouns that will never
adequately convey the message my heart wants You to understand.
How could I possibly
share the true depth and spirit of my love for You with mere words?
When I drift off to sleep,
my body and mind releasing control…submitting to the gulf of unconsciousness,
my last vision is You.
As I slowly return to
the awareness of this dimension,
You are my first lucid
I awake, and discover
that despite the abyss,
You have stood
steadfast by me through the night, occupying my dreams.
When sadness or strife
it is You I crave.
Your comfort. It is the
deep cadence of Your voice that I need to soothe my soul…
Your arms I want to
rock away my grief.
When I am struck by
something beautiful, something beyond me that renders me speechless,
I reach for You to join
me in awe.
randomness of life is no longer pointless or random.
You are the reason for
You. It has always been
Forever it will be You.
You are the fabric of
The song of my soul.
You are somehow,
impossibly, the matter of my cells…
You are my heart.
How I lived without You
will remain my personal unanswered mystery…
How will I overcome my
utter disbelief that I could be so lucky to be loved by You, found by You? This
will forever be my grand challenge.
That I will never
breathe again without inhaling the pure bliss with which You surround me will
be my eternal gift from You.