Friday

to be wooed daily

i spin as
wind blows hair around
face into
eyes and mouth and
this is His breath,
these are His whispers and
He woos and
i fall
in
love
again and
i sit and feel
crisp air kissing
neck and
tears well and fall
for how can i not
be overwhelmed by this,
His love?
and as darkness falls and
His jewels begin to
light up sky
i stand amazed and
this is everyday,
and His love is
proclaimed again
and
again
and it is unending and
why do we hate the repetitiveness
of life,
for it is His artwork,
His wooing,
His letter of love
and He sends it constant,
never failing
and what enamored soul would not
desire to be wooed,
to be shown such love
again
and
again?




2 comments:

  1. Thanks, I needed this today. :)

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  2. Amy this is so beautiful. You are so gifted. Blessed too. Enjoy.

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