...and I realize: I'm ready and waiting for You.
I want to receive You; I'm here in my place, in my life, with my arms reached out, palms open with
my fingers extended, wanting the weight of your presence in the center of my palms.
It is You that I want, that I wrap my fingers around and hold onto.
Your essence is the small, dark place between my curled fingers and cupped palms that
I endlessly hold onto while I wait for your return.
My body moves:
searches, squirms and continues to explore
while my hands stay steadfast,
unwilling to let go of You.
I.am.ready.
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