Monday, December 7, 2009

Substitute the middle word...

The word dwells within my heart. It cries out for mercy, to be freed, to be heard. It beats with life, with passion, with joy. And it sings out to me, open mind, open heart. The taste of the word on my lips run deep in my veins. It flows through me like a dream, so heavenly. The thought of it alone, pulls my heart dearly. It wants to be recognised, registered, revived. It wants to flow from my lips to yours, running freely, gently through your body. It wants to feel from my finger tips drawing on your hand and into your heart. It wants to see from my eyes, every smile that you have and the way your eyes smile back. It wants to hear from my ears, how your heart sings when it's next to mine. It wants to share itself with you, to hold you, to cherish you.

The word continues to grow within my heart, only wanting to be spoken of, only to be heard. The discipline I have, to tame my mouth and lips from speaking wildly drives me crazy everyday. And the opportunity always comes when the heart desires. It twists and turns it's way out of my heart, trying to slip pass my lips into opened ears. It runs wild in my mind, over and over again. My mind disciplines my heart and lips, to wait, to be patience.

When the time is right...