With my mind’s eye I see so many things I could be…thoughts of being a better me, one shrouded in love, with a strong sense of the manifest power of a living God. To discern, access and utilize the power He has given seems sometimes an elusive dream but through time’s tick tock, certainty, knowledge and the true path is awakened and embraced.
In-between the spaces of occupied life, there is real thought and baby steps towards full growth are taken. Yes in these times the issues which plague an unsettled mind become etched in charcoal clarity… sublime solutions to a reality. Disconnected from the clutter, the simplicity of life blooms in your hand…live, worship, love all with whom you make contact, nothing else is worthy of prolonged pondering. But then comes the morning.….
In the bright of day, its hard to fit the remnant pieces of the eureka moment together in the puzzle and so the temptation to perpetuate the cycle of ill-thought and worry pour forth as the only course of action to be taken. Reflections of a self in the mirror is not yesterday’s strong image and laying hold of the hope continually slipping from your hands is consuming….In these days I’ve found it best to hold on to the Word, to the promises, to the Spirit for guidance and eventual understanding.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Intimacy
Like sweet Port to the palate, his presence commands attention….awakens the senses. Standing close enough to drink in his aura, his eyes draws you in….his quiet confidence is… intoxicating. In a crowded airport a simple goodbye is transformed into an intimate moment….the hustle and bustle of those going and coming becomes a distant echo…. replaced by the captivating smell of his aftershave mixed in with the unmistakable musk of him.
The morning stubble on his cheek is comfortingly coarse against yours and sweet sensation tingle down to your core…like a reflex you lean into his strength. His hug is firm… sure, protective…..mildly possessiveJ His stare is intense, evoking memories of open eyed kisses and soft whispers in the break of dawn….coaxing, teasing, daring you to perform…..a low moan against the side of his neck, a little peck too and a visible shudder radiates across his chest through his plain white T in reaction to you…Pleasing.
In the end, as you unravel hungry lips from his, and trail your fingertips down his back, across his waist and pull him closer still to feel all of him against the pulse of your now damp flesh…a last kiss on the cheek to say goodbye until when next we meet….interlocked fingers are unwillingly released.
Though the moment is pregnant with other emotions, they are things which prudence, distance and wrong timing dictate should better be left unsaid….one can only offer up respect for the intimacy shared.
The morning stubble on his cheek is comfortingly coarse against yours and sweet sensation tingle down to your core…like a reflex you lean into his strength. His hug is firm… sure, protective…..mildly possessiveJ His stare is intense, evoking memories of open eyed kisses and soft whispers in the break of dawn….coaxing, teasing, daring you to perform…..a low moan against the side of his neck, a little peck too and a visible shudder radiates across his chest through his plain white T in reaction to you…Pleasing.
In the end, as you unravel hungry lips from his, and trail your fingertips down his back, across his waist and pull him closer still to feel all of him against the pulse of your now damp flesh…a last kiss on the cheek to say goodbye until when next we meet….interlocked fingers are unwillingly released.
Though the moment is pregnant with other emotions, they are things which prudence, distance and wrong timing dictate should better be left unsaid….one can only offer up respect for the intimacy shared.
A Good Soul
I believe the Lord puts people in your life for specific purposes….My Primary School teacher, Mrs. Thomas, was one such. She was an institution unto herself, a tower of strength at her 5ft 4inches, a mind filled with all the world’s knowledge (I thought at the time),the fastest draw in the East with a leather strap and an unfailing spirit of kindness.
I was fortunate to have been one of the many subjects under her tutelage since grade 1 and formed a connection, though unwelcomed sometimes. Over time, however I grew to appreciate her uncompromising style which was borne out of her yearning to see each one of us excel beyond hers and our imaginings. Yes, overtime I began to realize that this woman was a droplet from heaven…afterall, only an angel could open my dusty mind to the rudiments of mathematics and actually make some of it stick.
My ‘fortunateness’ lasted over 4 years in her private lesson class and I can scant remember any bad moments really. Instead, I have two vivid memories of this imparter of knowledge….one where she was responsible for the worse arsing I’d ever received (personally mi feel she never haffi talk bout the private lesson I was missing with Ms. Lewis, her stand in while she vacationed. I strongly feel she did me wrong by reporting my absence to my mother one Sunday on her way to church…that day I learnt the ‘value’ of the community approach to child rearing).
My second memory is much better and has been the light house to which I’ve clung for the better part of my adult life. On a day in a week where there seemed to have been a disconnection from God’s grace in every part of my 11 yr old life, I walked home from the bus stop noting every crack in the sidewalk and the tip of my shoes… “Lift your head and walk proudly child”….her voice echoed through my mire and I smiled…”Good evening Mrs. Thomas” I replied.
T’were words for strong, focused living.
A month or two ago I swung by her home, having heard she was ill....prepared to see the strong tower, though by now she would be 90 ish….She didn’t remember me. My prayers go up for her still and I thank God that she knew me then and chose not to shirk from the responsibility of encouraging a yout’.
The good one does will always live on.
I was fortunate to have been one of the many subjects under her tutelage since grade 1 and formed a connection, though unwelcomed sometimes. Over time, however I grew to appreciate her uncompromising style which was borne out of her yearning to see each one of us excel beyond hers and our imaginings. Yes, overtime I began to realize that this woman was a droplet from heaven…afterall, only an angel could open my dusty mind to the rudiments of mathematics and actually make some of it stick.
My ‘fortunateness’ lasted over 4 years in her private lesson class and I can scant remember any bad moments really. Instead, I have two vivid memories of this imparter of knowledge….one where she was responsible for the worse arsing I’d ever received (personally mi feel she never haffi talk bout the private lesson I was missing with Ms. Lewis, her stand in while she vacationed. I strongly feel she did me wrong by reporting my absence to my mother one Sunday on her way to church…that day I learnt the ‘value’ of the community approach to child rearing).
My second memory is much better and has been the light house to which I’ve clung for the better part of my adult life. On a day in a week where there seemed to have been a disconnection from God’s grace in every part of my 11 yr old life, I walked home from the bus stop noting every crack in the sidewalk and the tip of my shoes… “Lift your head and walk proudly child”….her voice echoed through my mire and I smiled…”Good evening Mrs. Thomas” I replied.
T’were words for strong, focused living.
A month or two ago I swung by her home, having heard she was ill....prepared to see the strong tower, though by now she would be 90 ish….She didn’t remember me. My prayers go up for her still and I thank God that she knew me then and chose not to shirk from the responsibility of encouraging a yout’.
The good one does will always live on.
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