All I wanted was to hear your voice,
That mild sound of clear water rippling
Almost silently amid rounded stones.
You washed away the debris of sadness
And made my heart chant your melodies,
The joy of rushing water, alive in me.
Walking solitude’s dry path brought on
Conversations with myself, and I learned
To listen to my own voice, but it was you
That I longed for, to hear your familiar
Vowels and cadence, to know you were
Right there with me and not going away.
Because I wept when you did not answer.
The questions of your reality crashing in,
Crushing my belief, as shattered stone...
Was our dream ever real? I thought
You would speak my name at times
And pour life into my desert heart.
But then you spoke from the Rainbow.
One day you'll hold me, our arms clasped
Tight, not wanting to let go of the energy
Glowing in each other’s strong embrace.
And I will nuzzle into your neck the words,
"Shalom, Yeshua, Lover of my Soul!"
