Januaey 17, 2014
Wrapped securely in your love, I explore the final frontier. Inner space stretches out before me, but like a bashful child, I don’t wander far from your embrace. In you I find myself and my explorations always return me to the starting point.
I chart a course through an infinitude of options, but wherever I go I find you there, beckoning me further … enticing, cajoling, encouraging, inspiring … pushing me beyond limits that have no further relevance.
You dance before me, blazing a trail for me to follow, always just a step ahead. Your laughter teases, dares, incites, ignites. Like the needle of a compass is drawn to the North Pole, my focus is drawn to you, my Aurora Borealis. Your colors illuminate the corners of myself, eroding my resistance, my disbelief, my unworthiness.
In my heart, I hear a song, “I am yours and you are mine,” but who sings? In my soul, a refrain repeats, “I am the blesser, the blessing, the blessed.” Is it you … or is it me? You laugh and spin around, arms outstretched while your words ease my questioning. “Does it matter? We are ONE!”
When I questioned this love, a loving Creator placed you in the beam of my searchlight and commanded, “Look! Here it is! This is it!” … as if I could do anything else, for beauty like yours can be worshipped and adored … or vilified and denied … but it cannot be ignored.
Again, she said, “Listen!” … as if I could not hear your sweet voice over the noise of the world and my own scattered thoughts. Your whispers shook my world.
And, once again, he said, “Feel!” … and the doors of my heart were blasted off their hinges by the sheer, magnificent power of the love you held, gave and flung to the four corners of the world.
I only know for certain that I would be lost if you hadn’t found me and every day when I close my eyes to shut out the world, I sing my gratitude and pray for you to inhabit my dreams, leading me on further great adventures, the giver, the giving, the gift.
Jan – January 17, 2014
How? How can you say so precisely what’s in my own heart?! You answer the question yourself by remembering what our Michael told us: “You’re just another part of me.” “You laugh and spin around, arms outstretched while your words ease my questioning. “Does it matter? We are ONE!” Beyond touching and simple and beautiful – this gift of expression you have. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks, Aurora!
Oh Jan, these words are like a prayer. Not a religious pleading to some unknown force, but an exaltation to a power that is tangible, palpable, and ever-present: The Power of Love. The Power of Michael.
Thanks, Heidi
Olá Jan.
Lindo poema!!
Você consegue expressar em palavras o coração e a alma..
É incrível essa inspiração que vem através de Michael.
Parabéns por esse lindo trabalho que vem executando.
Michael merece, nós e o mundo também.
Para você com carinho:
It’s All For LOVE.
Beijos.