Daily prayers and meditations | Because God wants to hear from us every day
The touch which cannot be removed,
Only retold and re-experienced.
A moment of love,
Where two have come together,
As desire and mystery,
Place their mark on a soul.
Permanent in its lack of words,
Like a seal, a watermark,
She holds all the answers,
Amongst a tangle of confusion,
And hidden meanings.
We may never know why,
She has the power,
To renew, reignite,
As spontaneous combustion,
In a desert of meaningless feelings.
She returns to show love,
Can always prevail;
Cannot be held back, or even accountable,
For soft paint strokes of desire,
Transmitted softly, electrically,
In a commitment motivated by love.
For a kiss,
Is reserved for the closest moments,
Where words fail,
Mere noise of self-expression,
When compared to the silent union.
Of two souls fastened together, now united.
The bond therein,
Should not be taken lightly,
As if salt with food,
Or a trifling drug,
Reserved for those who matter, ones we guarantee a future place in our heart.
Don’t use her sparingly,
As a heart speaks loudly,
Devoid of words,
As moist lips touch and tell each other of true love.