Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sweet well water in a tin cup

I'd like to say it was his eyes that first caught mine but it was something more.

Something undeniably undefinable.

Captivated completely by the hold his eyes held, I knew his arms could do as much.

Shaken to my center by that first unintended touch, I called him Jesus.

To be in his arms is to worship divinity, divine serenity.

I'd fear losing myself to it, but I fear I'm already too far gone for that.

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