Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
He lies in bed beside her, her life alongside his,
hears the river of her breathing, feels the gravity of her flesh,
imagines her in the dark, not doing anything, just lying there
half asleep, just being, and feels an ardor sweetly rising in him,
not a craving but an inclination, desire mingled with delight,
not for anything she could do but simply by her being there,
and before he turns to touch her he hesitates, waits in the hovering dark,
and savors the arousal of his fondness, her effortless effect upon him,
her praise alive in him, purely granted, not achieved,
and he thinks, “So this is how God feels,
watching us in our sleep and in our waking,”
and relishing his vivid gratitude he reaches for her softly.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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