May the love you know today
of a love that breathes
a Grace so expansive
and freeing into your deeps
that you know you have never lived
before
now that it has blown
the lid off the golden box
of the you
that Grace dreamed to be.
You are the memory that makes Him smile.
You are the baby picture in His wallet.
You are Easter morning
the middle of the cinnamon roll
the billion diamond gleam across a snowy field
the first giggle
the first spring zephyr
the last image to dance across His dream
the spike in His heartbeat
and the apple of His eye.
You are radiance, purest bridewhite,
cherished
treasured
captivating
the fragrance of One. †
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