"There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea four which I know not: the way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid." Proverbs 30In my heartland there rolls on gently a vastness of soft green hills, dotted by sun and shadow, an impressionist's painting. It's a pure place and I sit among the rich green wearing a white linen dress. And He is there. Because He put himself there. He put himself there with every kind kiss, with every compassionate glance, with every late night and sweet thought. And I gave myself to him so that I live in his heartland too. We are both changed but still whole. And in our wholeness we are made new, so that even when apart we have each other still.
Knowing this, I say to Him "All is well." And He agrees so that I can breathe again and cease fearing and move on into the new but ephemeral day. And I do. With peace.
It's too wonderful, too wonderul to love someone so wholly that when apart you are closer than ever in your heartlands. Such is the way of a man with a maid.
3 comments:
You two just kill me. And your bare feet? Love. True love.
I've seen pictures of Marc recently, but to actually see you two together, full of love, brought me suddenly to tears. You know that feeling when the Spirit testifies to you of truth, of something that is eternally right? That's what I feel when I look at you both, and read of how much you love him. You both are so right. So meant to be. Oh Jacq, I forgot until now how much I love the Marc and Jacque-ness. I really do.
lots of love.
Love the subtle pink against the gray.
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