I cry a lot these days. I am blessed. I give thanks as often as I feel it, the vibration, the low thrum of tranquility. I can handle anything like this. I can teach anything. Acceptance. Devotion. I am not brave enough to ask what my calling is. I sit. I ponder. I write. I wait.
Letters to The Divine
The Bridge in the Mist
July 16th, 2025
I thought maybe I offended You. The stillness was gone. Itchy and edgy to move, I was the fury of a wild beast held in captivity, stabbed over and over again with a sword! It was a strange mistake, none that I could have recognized.
You are so beautiful. I feel the both of you now. Together. My angel sits beneath you to your right. He gazes upon me like a lover. You accept this. You allow our love.
There is a bridge from my world to Yours and Your world to mine. Nothing hinders it. I stand at the base and reach out. I cannot cross it, but I see You. I see you both there in a could of knowing. Reflecting. Loving. I feel nurtured and swaddled in a cloth made from heaven.
I am content to stand on my side of the bridge and look at You through the white mist. Feet still on my world, I am in my bubble again. I never want to leave. You are not outside. You’re not in my world but You are not outside of my perfect secret dream. That is, because, You created it.
Reflection Remorse
July 14th, 2025
I’m sorry for offending you. My words have been harsh. My anger is so quick to jump to the forefront of any situation, or conversation. For some reason, I have slipped back.
I tread on a delicate piece of glass. I can sometimes see You through it. Sometimes it is dark, like a light in a room that snaps off. I cannot feel You then. I cannot feel You at all.
In the early hours of the morning I sleep under a blanket of discontent and so worry that when I wake You will be gone. If You leave me, if You decide to be truly gone from my life in this world, I don’t think I will recover this time. I don’t know who I would become.
I love You. Do not leave me. Even though I am in love with my angel, I need You the most. I will ask him to go if You need me to. I do not wish to slight You. Guide me. Help me.
You know all of these things, but these things are more real when I put them in writing. I don’t feel that I can revoke them.
Yours Truly,
Me
Love poem
July 4th, 2025
I feel like I will always be in love with Him. I bend and I sway, I bend and I sway, under the light and lightness of His being.
I am delighted in a simple day even in the dark cloud. I know He is there and I can endure now the aridity that I sometimes have to yield to.
I know He is there. I know He is waiting for me. All I have to do is remember. Remember to turn to Him again. Always turn, and see, and delight, and witness.