i will be that girl...

i am in a field where watery green grass grows and dances in time with the soft summer breeze. my dress is short and white; ribbons fall from bodice to base, giggling and tickling my knees. i am in Love, i am in Joy, i am very very Alive, unconcerned about understanding, acting without hesitation according to the urges of my spirit.

my toes wade in the soft grass as i amble about the field. throwing my head back i take in the air, open to the sun and smile the ancient smile of Trust.

today is God's business

i am going to leave it be

and let it take me

i fall backward into Trust, understanding that the grass will soften my landing. to my every angle are flowers: simple white daisies, wild purple pansies, grinning yellow snapdragons and the occasional speckled field-orchid (a flower of my own imagining). the lids of my eyes snap shut with the speed of a butterfly's flitt still i see all that surrounds me without my eyes. wrapped in delight's perfection i lie face-up to the sky, my being gloriously aching.

my being gloriously aching, aching, aching

oh ache of my ache

oh ache of my ache

oh ache of my ache

please come for me soon...

they come, the hands of the One who loves me. reaching around the back of my chest they carry me supported into the blue above. i am lifted in quiet peace, my limbs listing back in the unquestioning state of a child. i will not fall, not out of these hands.

i become very aware of my freedom in the sky, my free space...where no resistance fights my heart or my body i soar with the currents of fresh air, i drift and circle in a dance with the Wind. there our shared smiles crescendo into fullbodied laughter.

all is well

all will be well

all

my toes mingle with the friendly blades of grass as i touch down on the ground once again. i am lighter than a feather; i am not as heavy as the stuff that allows a bird to glide upon the Wind, rather i am the weight of the secret things that ride deeply inside of molecules of air, seemingly unpurposed but really purposed with secret missions from the only One who knows. i land on land that barely feels me.

this is you, my dove

this is the girl i love, says the Bridegroom

be this girl

will you be this girl?

i meet His eyes, He holds my gaze. will you let that be simply what it is, Love? i am asked.

i reply with a gentle smile. my gaze is caught by a parade on the brown earth below: mice, shrew and voles dressed up in red marching-band hats with drums and cymbals and instruments galore trott by my bare feet. i let myself find deep delight in this...He is romancing me. He knows what i like.

a butterfly lands on my lips. a kiss, my darling, my delight.

one tumbling tear travels from my eye and lands on the wing of the butterfly. suddenly the earth erupts into song, each note articulated by flower, moth, butterfly, bird swirling all around me, both dressing and crowning me in life, love, truth.

the sun begins to set, and the amber-laced air urges my lungs to yawn. i lie down to rest in the grass. as i drift to sleep the One i love, the Christ comes and lies down with me, His arms surrounding my tiny life...and as we drift together into sleep the Father's hands reach down and cover us with a blanket of freshly-grown flowers.

mice and vole saunter over, take off their hats and snuggle down to sleep beside us.

and i am romanced.

happy Valentine's day