As the waters resemble my innermost being and the flow of four corners wind deny only my physical reflection, I'm prompted on how comforting the divinity of my being engages and whispers the sweet everything's softly in my ear, “You are loved.”
With the indulgence of sound flourishing nativity of the present, I wonder how my maker embraces my love for Him. Knowing that there’s no thing that would sunder His love for He loves me...just because.
Recollecting a cruise down memory lane, this same love that seduces my soul's pleasure of existence filled me once upon a time when a home had, was a has. When my soul’s peace was challenged; for there was no roof to call my own, no bills to pay on; Life lost the grips of structure that the world deemed stability...
Being homeless wasn't my choice drink.
Yet, in the midst of not knowing the next sure thing, His love appeared daily as mannah fell from the sky.
"How could she smile during times such as these?"
It was simple. His love embroidered my being. He restored my core to His reflection. I now choose to reciprocate by bleeding His benevolence through each breath and action that guides my feet.
So as I smile with closed eyes, I'm prompted, even though today’s ways, on how comforting the divinity of my being engages and whispers the sweet everything’s softly in my ear, “You are loved and I love you just because I do.”