to come in ways I have not known.
My heart has become eager for the stretch
of tent pegs and widening of stakes.
The pain of a good stretch will be worth it,
to receive the mystery of your voice in the shade.
I will meet with you in places unfamiliar
and break bread with you, and drink wine.
I will linger over your features
and we will be silent for awhile.
I may not feel like talking,
you may not feel like talking too.
But we will be with the love that grows
through all things hard in a breaking of ground.
We will stay and observe what may come
from such a union, where old love feels new.
As our hearts synchronise,
we hear the rhythm combined.
Jenneth Graser
How beautiful this is! You write of an old-new relationship akin to a marriage, growing in intimacy over time, deepening in close, often silent, companionship, as emphasised by these words:
ReplyDelete"I may not feel like talking,
you may not feel like talking too.
But we will be with the love that grows
through all things hard in a breaking of ground."
How deftly you speak of the necessary stretching required to grow together, become as one over time. It demands a degree of pain but it is so worth the efforts we make to foster such closeness with God. Thank you, Jenneth, for yet more prayerful poetry that sings to my soul! Bless you, friend. xo
Thank you so much dear Joy! I so value your wisdom and am blessed by your encouragements! Blessings my friend 💗
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