One night recently he caught my heart’s eye…..his welcome was warm for the one who approached. Was it you?
He has no desire to see who is behind you, to see who he is missing by speaking with you, he is content to be with you. He loves to hear what is spilling out from your seemingly quiet self, all the while knowing quiet is the last thing that is ‘you’.
He knows the noise within, and yet is patient to let you be the way you are, to let you slowly loosen up until you feel free enough to tell him all that noisy ‘stuff’, stuff which disturbs your peace, if no one else’s.
He doesn’t flicker when you tell him, not a shadow of desire to leave, still he is there, welcome in his face.
He sees your sense of relief…of freedom.. as the loud words take the truth from within and make it his to deal with..still he doesn’t shrink away, still he looks, and still you feel safe.
He knows you. But now you sense he always has…and he did… even before you opened your mouth to utter one word of your noisy self.
He isn’t leaving, he isn’t telling you to go, he is telling you to follow…to come with.
To be a part, to belong, to be his.
Do you know him? He knows you…