Your name sounds like the sea:
Sunlit, swelling, swashing,
Bursting bright and clean and happy,
Passionate, pure, and playful,
Crashing on the rocks,
Laughing like sequins glittering…
All its foamy flecks flying, falling, fresh and fair and free!
Exhilaration!
You explode into my life each time as a joyful surprise.
Again and again,
Anxiously anticipated, but never planned.
Cymbals swelling, crashing,
sunlight blinding.
Your smile is an unexpected gift.
Light, light! Everywhere!
To say your name out loud is to conjure the living image.
To shorten it is to stifle its grandeur.
To whisper it is to see it, feel it:
Cool and light, energetic and good.
It’s there in your clear blue eyes:
Mysterious, refreshing, inviting, and sure.
Wild, bright, childlike, and free!
The sea is not safe,
And neither are you.
Moody and mysterious
But only waiting to explode in joy!
I feel at home in that, for
Your heart, like the sea, has a sweetness…
Exquisite and soft, gentle and alive,
Strong and life-giving and true.
A sweetness I’ve always known in God
but never met in a man
Until I met you.
“He is not safe, but he is good.”
A man after God’s own heart.
All love; no more fear.
1/5/24
