Tuesday, March 31, 2015

He, who truly loves

Oh, how I wish I could caress Your cheeks,
and look lovingly on You,
- straight in Your eyes!
I want You to feel how much I love You
and how I love loving You.
You are utterly beautiful, Lord.
Your presence feels warm in my soul.

Because of You, I feel like
I have too much love to give
that sometimes,
my heart's like bursting!
But give me strength, Lord.
A whole lot of it!
For I know that this brings pain
just as much.

Fill me with wisdom,
calm my spirit,
appease my soul!
Prepare me, my Lord,
for a long purpose-driven journey
for now, I can see myself
treading this world
with a loving heart,
but with You, Lord.
Yes, with you!
You, who truly loves.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Not the same as before

That space was left empty long enough for her not to be afraid of losing.
Its emptiness has become part of her body rhythm.

She used to be happy merely with waking up in the morning,
and remembering that somebody loves her.

When everything turned uncontrollably otherwise,
that happiness melted and evaporated to thin air.

She was left wounded and bled almost to death,
yet she stood up and regained strength.

Slowly, she saw what has always been there for her.

She felt the warmth of sunrays on her face,
she recognized the fragrance of flowers,
and she saw promising hope in the sky.

Certainly, everything changed.

It's just his world changed first.

That space filled with the old, dependent and feeble kind of happiness
was replaced with an impenetrable and indestructible one.

She's free.

She's happier.

She's tougher.

She's wiser.

She's gonna be great.

She's me.