I’m walking with my King. Holding hands and laughing. He points and I gaze. He reads my thoughts and nods,Yes. To what, I can only dream.
His attention heals my turbulent heart.
My Lord, I cry.
My sweetest friend, He returns.
Who are you, I whisper. Really?
My God responds as He kneels to pluck wildflowers at my feet. On one knee He asks me, gazing into my soul as I fill with waters He created—
Will you marry me? Again.