Where is the dream when you cry?
Where is my heart when I miss you?
Where is my home when I arrive?
How often do I skip you?
It plays in harmony behind me.
I love it – I want it –
And yet, I don’t have it.
Fluttering with silence, the feeling,
Underneath my feet now, grips me.
Without pain, and with purpose,
My throat tightens with elation.
Warmth spills into my arms.
My eyes close, draping away the mundane.
So I can see Him.
I Hold my hands along with my breath;
And with palms upward,
I feel his touch,
I feel the prints of His fingers.
A draft of electricity grazes across.
My being empties,
To enter to a roaring ovation.
The moon and sun sway in His sky
Dancing to the eternal lullaby
and with me in His arms.