When my Love seems far away
When his gentle touch I cannot feel
When my heart, alone it longs
For me his voice to hear
I look through our old photographs
Through fondly journaled memories
I meet with friends who love him too
And my heart is warmed
by the fire of our recollections.
In those pages, pictures, stories
I remember with a smile
And a sigh of relief
The days I knew He loved me so
Proofs of delight listed miles upon miles
Upon miles upon miles.
He has not changed.
We are one.
Have I forgotten?
He is closer than my own soul.
Question his love, commitment, intentions?
A more foolish doubt, I’ll never know.
What a sweet gift
This love that answers my fears with more Love.
A protective father’s love.
That answers my doubts with more Love.
A faithful king’s love.
That answers my pains with more Love.
A powerful Lord’s love.
He steadfastly pursues my affection
He never left my side.
He’s not done a single thing to earn this mistrust
Yet he patiently resides
in my insecure heart.
While I question and miss his presence,
A presence that is more real than my own.
In my once wicked-now perfected- heart that he chooses to call his little home.