Bending Beneath the Weight
of his grace and mercy
Before me, Perfection.
Aqua-blue ocean rolling in a rhythm
and the palm fronds whisper my name.
I sit on the black rock and I ponder
How is it that I am the one to be here?
To experience Happiness of this magnitude?
To breathe the pure beauty of this island weekend?
Some call it Lucky, and others Fortunate
But I know it can only be called Blessed.
I am Blessed.
And as I sit on the black rock and ponder
it is only this word in my mind
Repeating like an ocean rolling in rhythm.
Around me, Perfection.
A family that fits this definition only
in its blatant Imperfection.
People with lives so stretched and tattered
that when joined together
a tapestry of sweet, unfathomable kinship
stitches itself before my very eyes.
The inside jokes, dumb movies in the dark,
the warbled singing in the backseat of the van
And most of all, un unblinking acceptance
of each individual
Loved for their Being
Appreciated for what they bring to this unusual embroidery.
Blessed.
It repeats. And on the black rock
I know that there exists a world beyond these waves.
A world I was born into
A world cohabited by the people around me,
those beyond the sea,
and more that I’ve yet to encounter.
“Blessed, You are Blessed,”
And how can I respond?
With a thank-you that seems
so grain of sand small
Loved and Accepted
Blessed.
It is Grace undeserved.
And I feel it so strongly at this moment
that my heart crashes on the black rock
just like these waves
Shattered of its pride and self-importance.
Reduced only to Blessed
An aqua-blue ocean rolling in rhythm
and its His Voice that whispers my name.
elleana asked: are we human or are we superhuman?
POST POST POST POST!
My Dearest Elleana,
You of all people should know that we are Navi.
And I DO want to post!! But emails have taken over my time instead…Let’s skype soon!
I love the way He looks in the morning
Greets my sleepy smile
with warmth
and color
more glorious than last night’s dream.
I love the sound of His voice
Gentle and adoring
My Love.
My Heart
Quickens at the breeze of his breath.
The way He makes me feel
Whispers to me his favor
Rested
Protected
“For I know the plans I have…”
He walks with me in the morning
Beneath canopies
of green.
My Heart
made new each morning like a sunrise.
…then I’m out of this place. Virginia has brought more to my life than I’ll probably realize at this point in time.
Things that I’ll miss:
Easy-Listening-Dance-Parties with my cube mates
Walks along the W&OD Trail with those deafening crickets
FIREFLIES
“Bachelorette” nights with the girls
SWEET TEA
God’s sunrise gift to me each morning
Conversations that made me contemplate my core beliefs
Office shenanigans with Anna Straight
Intern dinners at the Guest House
The ultimate hospitality of the Guest House
Jamming with Erika and Sarah (aka Taylor and the Swifts)
That burst of heat stepping outside after being in AC all day
Adventures into DC
The faces and voices of my beloved new friends…
I’m sure there will be many more to come, and once I hit the road back to WA a flood of memories is sure to follow. I’ll miss you Virginia. And I’ll be back again someday.
Where I’ll be spending the next 4 months
Fortaleza
