I saw him in the candlelight
With his elbows resting on his legs
His head facing the ground
And his eyes closed. Tightly.
So tightly they refused to be opened
To acknowledge that mine were there
Looking straight at his face
For the very first time.
It was as if he'd found something
More powerful than even him
To sit in reverence of.
And the candlelight tricked me
Into believing that too.
I could see light dance off of every inch of his face.
No smile.
No expression.
Just his mouth moving with every whisper
And his eyes shut tight.
I looked away but stayed focused
On the corner of my eye where I could see his back
Move up and down
With every
Single
Breath.
And I thought to myself how incredible
To fall in love with the man
That only God and I had the privilege to see.