He held both hands out to me and I reached for him.
All of me felt so tiny in his presence that I was not even able to conceive, nor able to relate to the spirit whose presence was physicially touching me.
That he would take the time to hold out his hands to me, a little flea in the air, and let me touch him back created a freeze frame of love in my heart, a peace in my mind, and an elevation out of my illness to where I was one with his spirit.
A place imprinted on my soul.
In everlasting love.
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