In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Nearsighted Beginnings

Nearsighted beginnings woke the presence, which gently rocked the foundation of devotion; to such an extent that gravity no longer bears any restraint on my soul. Contributions of stolen moments, collective seconds of interruption, ever present glances from afar. The only ingredient missing is a symphony of your laughter to smooth my untamed emotions from surpassing heights. A love so undeniably strong that angels weep from the thought of rekindled hope. Here I stand surrounded by the entirety of the world, yet as lonely as a star twinkling to the moon in your absence. A broken heart only mended by the scent of your hair, a touch of your hand, or the deepest of sighs, but most of all the words from your lips - I love you.