YOU

Photo taken by Alyssa Lujan

                                                                    YOU                                                                                

It’s in the way you reach out to me

It’s in the way I feel the sun behind the clouds

On the darkest days

It’s the way you speak in to me

It’s the way I enjoy the rain coming down

On the coldest days

It’s the way you reach out to others

It’s the way you speak into their souls

It’s the way you make me dream

Believing YOU

foolishly, passionately, courageously, lovingly, resourcefully,

and every other way a dreamer can be seen trusting YOU

thought of as insane

even stupidly and blindly, recklessly risking

BUT oh~ with wisdom, inspiration, touching others to believe

in their dreams given by YOU to them too.

It’s the way you found me

In the cave of the death of me

It’s the way that you come to me daily

in pursuit of your queen

It’s in the way you bring relief

To a dry and thirsty soul

It’s in the smile I see when I know you are pleased with me

It’s in the way I see you fight for me

It’s in the battle you died in willingly to protect

what has always been your victory…winning me back

to be YOU and ME for eternity

It’s in the way I hear you say my name as if painting a ray of hope

It’s the sun shining down upon my face, and your touch is felt as you caress my face

It’s in so many ways I have never known

It’s in the ways I have still yet to discover

Its in YOUR words, the laughs, the fears, the hopes,

the dreams, the ugly, the good, the bad, the beauty,

its in the enemies fiery darts and lures, and the dark broken places,

the errors of my youthfulness, but shame erased

the hauntings, the apologies, the silence,

the spirit, the music, the worship, the stories,

the creativity in colors, the freedom dancing,

the intoxication of love that will come my way one day,

the purposeful poetry, the mundane, the lonely and angry feelings,

the melancholy days, and the concert of praise,

the comforting memories of my childhood and my messy attempt at adulthood,

the creation of all you’ve shared in my world,

and of my Majestic God who leads me to HIM again and again

as from the start of my rebirth

when love pierced my heart in secret places

inside my closet of solitude and sorrows

with its disenfranchised losses, that I was unable to share

with except to YOU in prayer

YOU captivate me even more today

whispering in the wind and storms

of grace and love that will not let me go

giving me plan A again and again, not B

and endless life chances.

~Aida Cooper

5/1/12