New Reality

Words, words all these colored words, but at the center of it all is peace that sustained anything at all.

It was there 6 thousand years ago. There from the beginning and it was there on the cross, now it's here in my anatomy, even through so. Much. Loss.

I am Your baby dearest, who's words are never enough. You say 'sing sweetly darling, don't you EVER stop. I want you in My life and I want Me at your top.'

You're such a gentleman that always had "it" for me; I tend to settle for the fraction when I didn't know about Your attraction. The meaning was always trust- a trust filled with smiles of approval and sweet kisses from above. 

Oh and how we think we know so much about this little unworthy word called 'love.' So self involved and only there for all the fluff, 'oh empty eyes don't you know ill never be enough?' 

I have a new reality that I want to scream from the rooftops, yet a mere mention of it will deface it. No one has to know and that's the best part. It's all at the center of how I'm the end of where Jesus starts.