serving you.

This earthliness is beautiful, captivating, bewildering. I hold your hand as we meander and wander by the valley, the hem of our clothes drowning in dew, my soul drowning in you.

As much as it is wondrous, it is temporary. I stare into the snow-laden banks and all the lifeless views. The seasons do freeze our hearts, too. The hastiness of impatience, the impertinent waiting for grace to free fall into the fragile days where it’s empty and cold— when love is nowhere at all.

Yet I pray in those seasons that I serve you, loved one. I pray to kneel on my knees and pray one long prayer with you, hold those shrivelled hands and look into your eyes till they tear in soft humility. Serving you by remembering with you, learning to love this earthliness through God’s grace that has befallen on all forms.

Tonight, it is speechlessly silent. You’d wish to be here, to push more of you into the vacant spaces of our home. But there is no need, love. It is an ancient nothingness. We can be patient together.

May God elevate my soul to love you through your mistakes, your fears and every time you fall from grace— I pray that my heart sees the whole of you.

— you were so honest with me this dawn, love. it’s all I need —