I stand at the edge of the gaping, my heart shattered, my being blessed. I felt the enormity of this ‘Journey of Love’ as I stood in the light of generous being. I thought of the thousands of miles that it took to get from there to here and back again.
Dare I leap into the gaping where love, beyond conscious comprehension, abides?
Dare I let go of the fear that joy and pain coexist in the depths of this gaping as they pierce the heart into breaking forth in cosmic proportions?
Dare I allow myself to be worthy of agape?
Dare I allow myself to peer into the very mystery this journey of love brought to the fore?
Dare I look upon such beauty pulsing through a sister’s heart?
Dare I take the leap of faith or will I shrink back once again?
Dare I face the haunting, so tender that fear losing my ‘self’
Dare I leap?
I already have in an unsuspecting moment of pure gratitude. I felt the miles, the sacrifice, the joy, the anticipation, and the gift as I gazed into the eyes of my sister’s soul.
Oh, that such a gift was given to heal the aching?
Oh that such a gift of presence baptized the lonely through a communion of reawakening.
In the simplest of terms, I felt humbled, vibrant, tearful, valuable, and loved as my sister mirrored that this ‘Journey of Love’ was worth it.
We, together, experienced a leap of faith into the gaping.