We made a home out of nothing, thin air, really we made it in the space between our hearts. We laid the foundation in love, built the walls of faith and the roof of hope. We filled it with the sound of our children laughing, though yet unborn. We gazed with joy at the future in each others eyes. We maintained the pace of faith, joys and triumphs, with profound unutterable respect and undying loyalty. We pressed into the depth of each moment like children with their ears against a door, listening to the molecules bounce, trying to decipher the meaning. When we slept our souls danced, when we woke we danced. The music filled the rafters always. In silence the prayers never ceased and our angels communed over angel coffee conspiring to bring it all together, waking us each morning for the good work. We rose with joy, speaking before we were awake, that was the poem of the morning. Clumsy in the newness of it all we giggled, very old in our souls we knew things for certain, adamantine resolve. Our home was constructed of the finest materials and we never forgot the One in whom we were united. The immaculate One of destiny, the critical partner in all things, the complementary piece to our three way interlocking puzzle of providence and destiny. That is why we danced and the sweet music confided in us that we had found the secret to all things. He created our home out of nothing, pure potential actualizes for the good of all and the whole universe moves about the center of pure motive.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 23:51:13 +0000
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