Jerri Phillips

Dear Lord,

I miss you. I feel as though I am waving from a distance.

For a time, it seemed as though I could feel your very breath on me, and I loved it. I love you. But now I feel like we rarely sit down together, and when we do, it's to go over a list, to discuss the mechanics of this world.

I don't want to be two old married people who are together by habit. I want to be passionately in love. I want to be the lovers who cannot wait to steel away together.

Lord, is this a normal ebb and flow of love, or have I moved? If I have moved, show me the fault of my footsteps. Lead me back to you. I want to be amazed by your beauty. I want to feel your breath on my skin. I want to be overcome by you until my every thought is about you, your heart, your character.

Dear Lord, you are my everything, the very heartbeat inside of me. Still me to hear you, to feel you. Stop the chaos that wraps me up until I lose sight of you and become distracted by things that don't matter.

Oh, Lord, wrap your arms around me, speak softly into my ear, be my Lover. Let me lay with you, breathe you in. Cover me. Envelop me. Pull me into you until I disappear into the reality, the perfection, the life of you.

Oh, Lord, be more than a King. Be my beloved and still me to be yours.

Copyright 2009 Jerri Phillips