Loving you is a prayer, my own form of worship, a blessing whispered silently over a candle in the dark.  Loving you is an Amen sung out by old ladies with Sunday hats and soul soaked voices.  Loving you is a dance that rises up from someplace ancient, a drumbeat, a psalm.   I don’t know where it comes from, or where it will carry me, or why I was chosen to be the one.  I am so imperfect, and gnarled and tired and worn out.   I know this love, so simple and clean,  can not come from me but bursts forth from life itself.  It is Love loving.   It is Life living.   It is the breath of God.

One Response to “The Gospel According to Me”

  1. Trish Says:

    B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.