Just me and the bliss bomb that would not sleep.
April 19, 2024
11:33 PM
Dare you say
Its been a day
Longer than love, Lord
Does such a thing exist
But yet, You persist
The baby was worn in bliss
A world where nothing is about you
Yet everything that exists, Is
Blessings to the new little one. This sweet little rower reminds me of my own little Rowan, for whom I would sing Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. Merrily, yes. A dream in the mind of God. He is the dreamer of this sweet little one.
How can such love be contained within such a tiny package?
You think this is small, look at the human cell. Look at the atom. Look at the space between. It’s all made of and by the same Giver. All held and healed (the fingers wanted this) by the same. The same Spirit at work in my chest this very moment, celebrating this birth. These fingers on the keys the same.
Where have you been?
In all honesty, I’ve been here all this time. I just wasn’t saying so.
You didn’t have to.
The tissues were used up down here. The light within has taken their place.