I met God through his embrace.
Its a hard thing to lay next to him every night Without being welcomed back
Into those arms.
My head on his chest.
One of his hands stroking my hair,
His arm wrapped around me
His other hand resting
Safely
On my lower back.


The Holy Ghost hovering,
Palpable.
Right above us,
In the very same room!
As undeniable as the scent of his skin
Where my cheek rests.

Every fibre of my being
Content....