Miracle

Miracles, those things not understood, the happenings that stand our minds on edge,

The mysterious circumstances that yield endings that aren’t the expected but the instead,

Magic that can be imagined, but what’s outcome could be nothing less than,

A profundity that one bets on, to never come true.

And this is precisely the miracle of you.

For what seems a lifetime I have prayed, entreated, groveled, and begged,

For that which I am witnessing, real and living, within arm’s reach of me,

And though in my wildest dreams I envisioned you, just as you are today,

Regardless of the doubting Thomas-like mindset that forced me to stay,

Somewhat stoic and unexpectant of your placement along my way.

I have been heard, been cared for by heaven, felt, seen, and saved.

My darling, don’t you see, there has never been a time in my life wherein,

The improbably seemed bitterly impossible, and the miraculous,

Placed so far away, that one hundred years of steps in its direction,

Would bring only inches closer to its whimsical terroir, to this place,

This area where only warmth and fulfillment happen, to this heaven.

To this ambrosia filled consciousness that feeds my soul with,

Promises of a tomorrow more joyful than any of yesterday’s gifts.

And I see them now, my dreams, the old and the new.

I touch them anew with my hands, my skin, my lips.

Every time you smile in my direction I feel them, living,

Lending proof to their being much more veritable than,

The base realities of my youth,

Those that I called real, that I swore were truth.

It is you, the love that has eluded me for the beginning of this life,

That has been forming in the womb of creation for Millenia.

Waiting, pausing, plaguing me with both anticipation and anguish,

Stretching my willingness to believe, tasking my faith to see,

That in time all things of God come to be, and that his plan always succeeds.

Now, we dance at the edge of time, heroically, and with courage,

Daring the world to come against us, challenging the fabric of why,

And with my hands softly cradling your angelic face, I draw you in,

Softly, tenderly, intently, your lips pressed to mine,

And we melt into our own existence, as movement is lifted from time,

Witnessing nothing outside of our deep passion, one for the other,

And of this kiss.

Noting only the sweetness of your lips, the reluctant patience,

Of this, praying that it exists, that it will never finish, that for eternity,

It will exist, and carry us with it, to the infinite bliss of whatever it is,

That heaven has given, the unmatched love that this is.