a small intrigue…
God folded his love over and over and over,
like a note from a childhood crush, until it
became small enough to fit in a thimble, a
feat quite impressive for such a grand God.
The thimble tumbled in the afternoon sun
and glistened just long enough for a little
girl to spy it in the corner of her room
and be intrigued. She tried it on for size
with fairy tale results as the love whirled
into the whorls of her finger then dove
beneath the surface of skin to harbor in
blood. Now, finally, love could begin its
grave unfolding, its fated spawn home.
Oh this reminds me of Peter Pan, and the kiss being a thimble! So whimsical and sweet, John, with such passionate depth…
Kelly, I hadn’t thought about Peter Pan…thanks for that!
gorgeous imagery! thank you for this.
Christie, you are welcome…grace for your Dec. 1st…
Might be your best ever! So tiny and huge at the same time. Blessings.
Thanks, Rich…blessings back your way.
oh, it’s magical and mystical and everything i love. thank you.
Hi Miska, glad you like it…and thanks for stopping by.
Brilliant, profound with perfect imagery. i agree with rich that it might be your best.
Thank you, Leah…
Forgot to mention this quote by Mary Oliver given your love of the word: “You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I’ll take grace.” I’ve also been greatly instructed by her “A Poetry Handbook.”
You made me sigh with this beauty. I feel as though I am that girl, thrilled to have seen the light.
Visiting through the Advent writing project at High Calling and thankful to have found this home of yours. Thank you for welcoming me in… it is quite comortable here.
Thank you for your comment, Patricia…stop by again sometime.