That Moment

 

 

That moment.

The one bursting with my wail of thanks and relief and joy.

The one that made the pain and strain, the fight and struggle… fade.

The one that made me feel like a victor, a champion, accutely alive with new blood racing through my veins and fresh perspective pumping through my spirit.

The one that brought answers and resolve, rest and reassurance as the unknown became known.

The one that brought me closer than ever to him that I am one with.

The one that blurred the lines between humanity and the divine.

The one in which I roared and praised, heaved and sang… and whispered all at once.

That moment.

The one that I reached and touched and caught my treasure before lifting him to my breast – as close to my heart as possible.

That moment.

The one that will forever be seared into the folds of my memory and the very corners of what lies beneath.

The one that will forever have changed my vision, altered my voice, and refreshed my soul.

The one that will forever reinforce my weakness and vulnerability, my strength and power, my womanhood.

The one that will forever have pierced and marked my heart.

That moment.

Shaking and clutching, transcending and knowing. Rejoicing.

Forever ours.

That moment.

That fierce, beautiful, tender moment.

The world was as it should be.

Selah.

That moment.

Our moment.

Oh wondrous, perfect, holy moment.

 

 

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