#nostrings
God and I have a pretty simple relationship.
I ask nothing of her and she asks nothing of me.
Nothing!
There are no strings. No conditions at all.
God doesn’t even require me to believe in her.
And I don’t, really.
Yet she is truly the God I love,
and, true to the old commandment,
I shall have no other gods before her.
She is the air I breathe.
In her I live and move and have my being.
To her and her alone I happily entrust my living and my dying.
She has held me tenderly and faithfully from the very start,
and sometimes, in moments of deep joy, deep distress or deep stillness,
I catch her fragrance and feel afresh her blissful, ineffable touch.
Selah.
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 5:11 PM UTC
Not until steping closer.
I realized that I was in the palm of your hand.
I left my parachute without regret,
Moving one step closer staring down.
I deeply wanted to understand how free love was.
Standing here,
Realizing how high up everything really is.
Your palm sustaining my weight.
I wasn't at all anixous.
Now thinking that the wind could have shifted me forward before time.
Constantly aware that at any moment.
I will close my eyes and lean forward.
Pass the ridges of pants and tile floor.
Leaving behind everything I knew best.
My comfort zone.
This was me falling in love.
This was me overcoming my fear of heights
Forever in debt to the strength of your hand
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC