Since all things are of God, might it be that we all are one?
And if this is so, not only is this concept truly amazing. But if you will, please consider this ... In a manner of speaking, there has always been and always will be ... for me... the occasional thought of you.

Since all things are of God, might it be that we all are one?
And if this is so, not only is this concept truly amazing. But if you will, please consider this ...
In a manner of speaking, there has always been and always will be ... for me... the occasional thought of you.

I am now and always would be the one, standing on mountaintops, and screaming at the edge of universes, galaxies and beyond, hopeful and determined to take the pleasure, the memory and the thought of you there.
And everywhere I would have a thought of you, flowers would grow.

I would whisper your loveliness before the first sunrise of every new world ever created, and practice sweet memories of you in languages that might rightly define all my joy, and I would live to explain and relive the first moments of seeing you, saying your name and every moment we might ever share together.

I would save our first kiss...
I said I would save our first kiss ... and rehearse every caress that will ever touch the miracle of you. "What is your pleasure," I would ask, teach me all that you need and if there are secret things, you once thought you could not share, and if they have they burdened you, please give me you.

I would teach the curve of your hips and it would calm the jealous lightning that might never have existed except for instances but to shine on you. Your smile would be peace; your tears would be a faint memory if at all recalled.

I would praise God forever, and fall on my face in his glory, sing songs in a perfect voice that called all creation to join in chorus to praise him. This is and will be a glorious day. But is even more so now, as I see his excellence in you.

If I am too bold, I have tried to hold my peace and failed. Even now I miss the presence of you, and wish for just a moment more of your time.
Have you felt the same? If I have a fear it is that you might not yet or ever know how this feels. But always, always in my prayers and in the after silence there is still that sweet, tender comfort of an occasional thought of you.



By Tony J. May Sr
02/06/2011