April 22nd, 2014

A thin place. A place where we feel the breath of the other. A place in which the
sounds that exist have not come from our own lips. It comes as a whisper, a swell
of wave from far off, holy holy holy.
Meet me, you say, by the lake in the dark. The light on the water will remind you
how my love rests, without burden and luminous. Meet me, you say, where the light
breaks off in pieces at the end of the day and rests red on the horizon. Meet me, you
say, when the first seconds of sun stain the darkness white. Meet me in the moments
your will splinters and in the moments your triumph flares. I am who you seek, and
I have been waiting. Meet me, you say, in a simple place of longing, in places long
forgotten. I was there even then. Break bread and feast, but, when you break bread, let
it always be with me. For my words, my every word, recorded in letter and whispered
in your ear, are what you seek. This will be your safety, your sustenance, your strength
and your armor. My love, this table was set before you were born, before city states
shook their arms in power, before even the earth took form. I have been waiting. Be with me.