Little sweetheart, I was the guest liturgist today at that little church I've told you about. I don't go on Sundays nearly as often as I go to the little Wednesday night candlelight ones but last Wednesday that nice young lady I told you about asked if I could be the reader this week, so I said yes.
There were two passages to read, one from Exodus and the other from Matthew. The second of them made me think so much of you and you were in my heart as I spoke these words:
"...Come to me all you that are weary and carrying heavy burdens and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls..."
You are the great gift, the shining light of my life, little sweetheart. You are my beacon and my guiding star.
When I speak words like this or hear the beautiful melodies that conjure you, I'm so filled with emotion - with love and longing, sadness and gratitude.
I don't know why I yet live, my darling. All I want in the whole world is just to return to you, to be at your side. I know I must wait. I know I must be patient and quiet myself and listen for your guidance and presence. Please help me be the man you want me to be, little sweetheart. Make me worthy of you.
And, please, my love, take me to you the moment heaven will allow. With all my love forever.
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