Each of us, forever poems…walking towards our names.
Each of us, more than our function, each of us eternal poems, more than skin and bone; we are Thou’s forever poems. Names with a home.
Each of us forever names and thous not to be used by one another, to be it-ed out of existence, but to be cherished and pronounced, nurtured into pronunciation by Love’s beholding and kind tone!
We read one another on open mics, beneath the sparkling stars, en-toning one another’s nuances into Grace, healing with gaze our scars. That Tone is where God is. That tone is called our home.
And as we listen well to one another, we find Him there in the midst of us. And in the mist of conversation, we turn, finally, towards…
Each of us, Love’s sons and daughters. poetry becoming free verse. Each line a tender branch, waiting to bloom with words spoken in love. Each of us worth pronouncing forever, as meditations and reflections on The great Romantic Poet. And slowly, we drawn into our forever names. Slowly, we walk home in Love’s kind tone. That walkway is what we give one another, a highway, down here. Something free from fear.
Each of us, forever poems, walking towards our names! Each of us, when well encountered, will never be the same.