I love you, my precious winsome one. You are the wind that flows over my world, shaping the trees, shaking the leaves, caressing the grasses, battering the ridge rocks, and moving the clouds.
You are my sun, warming my back, lighting my day, causing life to flourish and warming the cold things to become updrafts to your glory. You are the essence of the vastness of the world from a mountaintop. You stitch my horizons and seal me under the canopy of heaven.
You are the delight of life and the curiosity in a wondering eye, the tenderness of a love expressed, the joy of abandonment, the laughter of freedom, the bubble of surprise, and the steady hand of comfort.
You are mine and I am yours. I choose to live in that place, that moment of being yours!
Author – Bill Tidsbury
( An excerpt from my journals – seeking to express the felt connection to the spiritual reality of the vastness of that being who exists outside of my natural world and lives in spirit.)