Thinking Out Loud: Dear King
by Cheryl Wyatt
Ever have those moments when life’s flurry melts away,
and you realize
an emptiness so deep
it stops you in your footsteps
to wonder why you’re feeling so down and out of sorts
when moments ago you were laughing?
Then you recall how long it’s been since you
connected with Him
In an answer so swift
Then truth so sweet and a longing so strong
snuffs out the melancholy drizzle
of forgetting
if even for an hour
what it’s like to be with Him…..
I had that kind of moment today. So I wrote Him a letter……and, upon the tablet of my heart, through knee-mail…I felt His answer scripting across my soul…. Maybe it will minister to you, but mostly, I hope it causes your spirit heart to take pause, and the lungs of your soul to breathe deeply
of Him
and live again
in His presence
in unbroken communion.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Dear King,
It was bloody and brutal and I cannot imagine you having to die without honor so willingly.
. . . . .
Dear Princess,
I was humbled and honored and I could not imagine me having to live without you for eternity.