It is that thing which allows
My heart to reach out, undirected,
And yet it finds you waiting. I
Am come to that place within
The heart of you that knows
When constraint becomes
A higher freedom still. No
Thing compares to knowing,
In this stillness, of your
Presence — abiding.
I wait for you, at ease,
Your embrace so like
Cool fingers on the brow;
That refreshment that only
Finds itself in you. I wait
In perfect freedom knowing
That every possibility of
Me is already contained
In you, in flight and in
Rest — liberated and yet
Contained in your thought as
Though, if not, I would fly
Away to dust and nothingness.
Here in the still place of
My prayer, in this place
Where we meet together
I am never uncertain, nor
Bound by reason or
Necessity. I am simply
Captivated by Love’s free
Gift of itself to me. Your gift,
Your Self, and your freedom
Which defines me.
