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connie crane

(05-28-62 / Dearborn Michigan)

Holiness


He looks into my eyes.
The light I see in His compels me to catch my breath,
But never look away.
He takes my hand.
Lifts it up and turns me around,
Without ever breaking the hold,
His eyes have on me.

Will my heart stop beating?
Will my lungs stop breathing?
My brain stops thinking.
I am one great emotion!

ANTICIPATION

His eyes are on me.
I am speechless with desire for Him.
The power He holds over me,
Is a mystery.
But, oh, the wonder of it.
The thrill of a love that compels,
Without a word.

I am so attracted,
I cannot think to save myself.
I will give myself completely.
Hold nothing back.
Leave nothing for what if.
Leave nothing for anyone,
That might come after.
In this moment there IS no after.
Only the look in His eyes,
And the response of my poor heart,
Who has been waiting for this,
All my life.

I will risk everything,
Because His eyes say I have nothing to lose,
And everything to gain.

Our faces come closer in the dance.
All my senses are alerted.
I am In the Presence of One who loves,
Every move I make.
He is watching me,
Like I am the only one He has ever looked upon.
Like He has been waiting for me,
All my life.

Can this be?
Can He have eyes for only me?
While I was a child was He waiting
For the woman I would someday be?
Could He see one,
Who would give herself,
With such abandon,
With one,
Intense,
Unending,
Look from Him?

My eyes feel as though they are dissolving,
Into pools of longing,
As His eyes become darkened,
With passion for me.
Through his touch,
Waves of Joy and heat,
Begin to course through my being.
His form dissolves in brilliant light,
And I am drawn into Him with all my heart.

Even as my longing is satisfied,
My hunger increases.
I have tasted of Holiness,
And nothing but oneness with Holiness,
Will satisfy me now.
.

Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008

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