Aching in the beauty of the grace of love in this moment,
my cells and emotions remember a past my mind refuses to acknowledge.
My heart aches as it grasps at the memory and I silently scream yes/no!
Yes, I remember; No, please, not all that pain again.
The exquisiteness brings tears to my eyes.
Maybe it’s painful only because I cannot hold all of that love, all of that grace, and sweetness in this body and so I have no choice but to surrender and
I start to do so
with each tear that silently rolls down my cheek.
My hands cover my heart in prayer as I
in the agony
of the ecstasy.