The Promise

Your hand intertwined with mine.

Butterflies flew by as I momentarily forgot to breath.

I waited a lifetime for this moment.

I will wait another, some other day,

For now, I take your hand you offer,

And walk along with you.

Companionably. Sometimes in silence.

Other times in humor. Enjoying what may feel brief,

Our times we keep. I was you in my sleep.

You guide me through the very deep.

God, as one, I walk with thee.

Words. Unspoken.

Prayers drifted through the air.

Thick like smoke. Glissening and shimmering.

Prayers floated all around. Some higher, lighter.

Some weighted down. All in need of answering.

Sorting. Being heard. How do they choose?

Colored and frail some are. Vibrant and bouncy others are.

Whispy and dreamy. Barely visible. All so beautiful!

How? When? Are they answering?

She looked to God as he looked at her. Chuckling at her expression

of overwhelming awe. Struck by the magnitude of all these words.

Many unspoken. Drifting, buzzing, looking for answers.

Only He can provide.

He laughs. Not overwhelmed or put off. 

Laughs.

Eyes aglow and they wrinkle, just so. Hearty and soulful, the laugh is.

She realizes, all this…all these…prayers, like demands,

float everywhere. Unencumbered by their numbers, he laughs. 

Not at the prayers themselves, but at the joy he receives from

acknowledging these prayers. These thoughts. Unspoken words.

Shouts of gratitude. Whips of WTF. He laughs.

Merrily answering or suggesting. As the prayers hover and flow 

all around.