Direction
They walked hand in hand in circles in love.
He wore a leather jacket, but not a cool one. He had a shaved head and he had a tattoo (but, again, not a cool one). She looked hard... hardened... she hardly seemed lovely. They smelled like cigarettes and low-rent housing.
And they were in love; why should that be surprising?
I watched them walk hand in hand in circles in love in the afternoon, and I gauged their smiles.
Twentynine
I am 29
I am in my prime
I am out of time
And space; though some say
He's numbered our days
Mine seem out of place
But Hope is alive
Despite all the cries
That come from behind
I am 29
I am in my prime
I am just in time
The Moment
It was Sinai.
It was only an instant, and it carried the weight of eternity. The moment between confession and forgiveness. A world. You held it all in your hand when you held mine.
It was baptism.
It was a symbol of the God of the Ages overpowering the god of the age. Victory that looks like defeat; a beautiful disguise. Love draped across the skies from East to West.
It was the mount of Transfiguration.
Oh, to know that we love because He first loved, to see that we shine because of His light, and to question whence comes darkness and hate! When your face reflected glory, I knew. You and I are one. I am your servant. I am your master. I am neither. I am both. You and I have won.
It was Pentecost.
Tongues of fire and men; I'll use them for you, and speak of grace.
(for Esther, 2010)