A Special Woman

Ever so often I come across
a woman who reminds me
ever so wonderfully, exquisitely,
delightfully, and exhilaratingly,
of God's masterful artistry.

Ever so often I come across
a woman who teaches me
with such subtlety or powerfully,
gently or perhaps overwhelmingly,
of my soul's longing for ecstasy.

Ever so often I meet
a special woman...,
in my eyes, in my Dream-Skies,
in my heart, in my Deeper Part,
who touches all aspects of who I Am.

Ever so often I balk before
a special woman...,
unable to talk, unable to breath,
unable to move, unable to control
the fires of desire within this man.

Ever so often I hide from
a special woman...,
fearing her rejection, her distaste,
her disappointment, her resentment,
I seek shelter in my heart's badlands.

Ever so often I cry for the love of
a special woman...,
in the dead of night, under the moonlight,
in the twilight, out of sound, out of sight,
as though hear me she can!

Indeed...

Ever so often I come across
a woman who reminds me
ever so wonderfully, exquisitely,
delightfully, and exhilaratingly,
of God's masterful artistry.

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