growing with the gift.

 

watching it unfold, here and now, is an entirely different scheme. the layerings of moments usually don’t happen in dreams, but they are ever so prominently reassuring here. my eyes are focused on the beautiful landscapes we’ve crossed in this togetherness, eyeing the mountains and climbs of fearsome destinies. it was nothing but beautiful.

here we are, on a mountain that is perhaps more firmly undivided this time. rockier, sturdier— a foraker. I’ve seen it all before: this bewilderment in just going for it anyway, wondering if it was ever right to be so unduly faithful and relentless from the start.

yet, I know from this day forward, all is growth. all is what we were destined for— all the toilsome missions and sleepless nights spent in the crafting of this path, they are all a stand with surrendered doing. have we not understood the essence of it, all this time? and we are kept in remembrance through the forgiveness that has laced our hearts in divine grace.

I stand with you, on the other side, my hands filled with springtime fervour. I’ve now learned the pathway between The Bestower of Life and Death— it’s at the brink of aliveness that one dies ever so selflessly.

I dedicate myself to loving life, honouring the service planted in my heart, selflessly and sweetly receiving the foreordained.

the heart knows what it’s been destined for, my love.