In the shade

I sat under the shade to watch him work.  He put on my hat to cover me from the sun, and my favorite heart shape sunglasses. He gave me a blanket to keep warm, for he knows that I have grown weary.  I watched him in amazement.  He never stops doing, and his works are always perfect. 

I have thoroughly enjoyed his company.  Our time together has been precious.  He has provided manna in this wilderness, protected me from sunlight in the day, and kept me warm at night.  He has allowed me to sing at the top of my lungs when my favorite songs come on the radio, and he has shown me kindness and grace. 

However, he has grown aware of my tiredness.  At night, I cuddle next to him and there are no petitions, just the moaning of a broken heart.  My final destination has become a blur, but as he hands me his handkerchief he understands without words.   

He has not said anything out of kindness, but we both know why I am still in this wilderness.  He has not wanted me to grieve more than I already do, but he now knows that I aware of what he has not said…The reason I have not arrive is because I have nowhere to go.  All I possess…is Him.

Copyright 10/10/2015