Since I'm in a new season of life, I am inclined to start a new blog. I had recently posted a couple of new entries on my Xanga...though going back and re-reading my heart from 2005, I have the desire to let it be and start again.
In honor of those days, though...
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Finding Neverland a place where I can wander so lovely and so sweet so magical and quaint a love it is to have such thoughts to fly and gently touch another we kiss so sweetly again together I think of this moment this now and forever falling into a seat I dream again for the screen is so close but the world so vast it opens a door to step out and explore the unknown perhaps the make-believe is only what we show...
She touches her fingertips with his, one by one
Counting all five, from pinkie to thumb
Climbing the creases of her palm with the pad of his own
Figure-eighting its entirety so separately alone
He drops his index to sweep her inner vein
She follows his eyes as they plummet the same
So faintly he rewinds each gentle advance
Reacquainting with each finger, they circle a dance
He pauses with silence, then weaves his fingers with hers
Drawing closely to her chest, then spreads out his arms
She follows the gesture, though reaching only his half
Ideally consumed with the protection of a man
The world around them stops and all becomes lost
Mutely they watch their hearts being tossed
They stare into each other with intense Godly passion
Aware of a euphoria so wonderfully old-fashioned
The moment picks up and drives through the current state
Of being deeply in love with the Lord’s select mate
Now they meet for they are married and can blessedly join
Themselves while basking in such remarkable joy
For the fist time they express a physical desire
To explore the depths of an everlasting fire
That they committed to not kindling prematurely
Knowing it would have perished with all of earthy fury
And so they now stand with honor, having waited
To fulfill a purpose as two, both fitted and untainted…
Hushing the surrounding excitement, the lens begins to close
The lights begin to dim, though capturing a pose.
Together, Boaz and Ruth are outlined by this 8 1/2 by 11;
A picture titled “Grace” in a world they now call “Heaven”.
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