Sometimes… 

when thinking of …Yahweh’s Love… endowed 

I get lost…in the crowd.

There are so many people in this world…

so many issues to be solved …as it twirls.

And so, there arises a …need, a desire…

to venture to a place…

where I can see His face, that is…

His eyes, on…only me.

Yes, there are moments when

I yearn this kind of...affirmation…

wanting Him solely…not rationed.

So, I sweep the …distraction… of others

away…

by going back to …that day.

Standing there ‘neath that tree

I look up …to see…

Him gazing…only me.

And I ask…

You would have still suffered and died…?

You would have rose from that grave…

cloaked with mercy and grace tide?

You would have done it all…

with no regrets …or stall…

if there had been…only me?

And with the answer of …His trusted smile

like a substantiated, beloved child…

I, once again…yield, entirely.

In my clandestine alcove, where there is… 

He and…only me.

Isa 49:16, 1Jhn 4:10

©jmsbell-7/27/25