No longer do I need to go somewhere remote and alone to find you. I find you here. Within me. Surrounding me. The breath before my breath. The sight before my sight. I find you in the innermost parts of me, waiting patiently for my mind to see.
No longer must I gaze upon a flower, or a tree, or listen to a river’s song to see you. I see you everywhere. I see you in the mother crossing the street with her babies in tow. I see you in the man at the street corner holding his weathered sign. I see you on my way to work. I see you in the store. I see you in the mirror. I see you in my dreams. I see you in everything.
No longer do I require absolute stillness to hear you. I hear you in the silence and the noise. Your voice is a steady rhythm. A song that was always there, waiting patiently for me to put the windows down. I hear you in the wind, and the music on the streets, in the heavy breath of a lover, or the cry of a baby. I hear you, like the steady pulse of blood through my veins, and the quiet tides of the moon.
No longer do I hold you hostage in a cage of expectation. Nor did I ever, for you could not be contained. The only one imprisoned was me, and I have set my soul free to sail with you through this wild sea. All of its depth and shallows. Its calm and its storms. Its warmth and its chill. No longer do I need to seek; because you have always been and always will be within and all around me.
~ Cristen Writes
I love this, because I often feel this way about the Holy Spirit and my characters when I write. Awesome prose.
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What a beautiful knowing that you share and thank you for the comment 💗
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So Beautiful! Tender and Powerful… I long again for these days and moments you speak of and Know… We Are So Blessed!😌 ☮~☯️~🕉 🙏
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> Cristen Rodgers posted: ” No longer do I need to go somewhere remote and > alone to find you. I find you here. Within me. Surrounding me. The breath > before my breath. The sight before my sight. I find you in the innermost > parts of me, waiting patiently for my mind to see. No lon” >
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