Our Stare
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul; a journey not of flesh, but of spirit and love. In this moment we were artists creating our tomorrows, smiling upon our yesterdays, and capturing the today in the blink between the stare. Reality became our most treasured memory as we left behind what was to travel toward what will be.
As I looked at you, you steadily held my thoughts with your stare. Strong and brave, you balanced my desires with your dreams. Your protective nature quieted fear, so much that my heart heard yours and simply floated to your soul like a ballerina following the one song she lived to dance to. We are born with a rhythm that can make a serendipitous chord with another just in passing…just in a simple stare…the moment of knowing that our life song has been forever changed.
I see eternity singing in the back of your eyes. Is it a reflection of my love for you or is it your love that I see? If I am wrong, then I will at least not be convicted for not trying; if I am right, then I have solved the world and beyond for love is the greatest of all mysteries. Love is decided death of self…it is crossing the bridge between your soul and mine.
Love is entrenched in the greatest sacrifices of history…His son upon the cross, a woman’s body to give life, a father’s choice to work harder for his family, and young lovers who love because they have realized what we all know: the need for acceptance is the most addicting drug known to man. In these examples, the spectrum of love exceeds the realm of comprehension as we can only hope to hear the wings of angels dust the floors of earth. And we can only pray that love leads us to happiness instead of sadness. Yet, we already know what some will find out: love is furtively heaven and hell.
We are all imperfect souls creating imperfect love. Human love is a fireball of tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams, and faith which builds both strength and power as it traverses a path through our lives…intersecting yours with mine. And yet, we still welcome it as much as we fear it. We still risk, forgive, and begin again. We still wake up expecting to love someone and hoping to be loved in return.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul. In this journey we traveled beyond our imperfections and deeper into our spirits. On this path I heard angel’s wings sweeping the bloodstained wood. It wasn’t until I reached into the deepest part of your soul…the part where the Holy Spirit in you met the Holy Spirit in me that I realized this bridge, this path, this journey…everything before me and behind me which I travel upon is built upon the cross He bore for me. I found God searching for you. I found ultimate love crossing the bridge of our humanness into eternity.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul; a journey not of flesh, but of spirit and love. In this moment we were artists creating our tomorrows, smiling upon our yesterdays, and capturing the today in the blink between the stare. Reality became our most treasured memory as we left behind what was to travel toward what will be.
As I looked at you, you steadily held my thoughts with your stare. Strong and brave, you balanced my desires with your dreams. Your protective nature quieted fear, so much that my heart heard yours and simply floated to your soul like a ballerina following the one song she lived to dance to. We are born with a rhythm that can make a serendipitous chord with another just in passing…just in a simple stare…the moment of knowing that our life song has been forever changed.
I see eternity singing in the back of your eyes. Is it a reflection of my love for you or is it your love that I see? If I am wrong, then I will at least not be convicted for not trying; if I am right, then I have solved the world and beyond for love is the greatest of all mysteries. Love is decided death of self…it is crossing the bridge between your soul and mine.
Love is entrenched in the greatest sacrifices of history…His son upon the cross, a woman’s body to give life, a father’s choice to work harder for his family, and young lovers who love because they have realized what we all know: the need for acceptance is the most addicting drug known to man. In these examples, the spectrum of love exceeds the realm of comprehension as we can only hope to hear the wings of angels dust the floors of earth. And we can only pray that love leads us to happiness instead of sadness. Yet, we already know what some will find out: love is furtively heaven and hell.
We are all imperfect souls creating imperfect love. Human love is a fireball of tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams, and faith which builds both strength and power as it traverses a path through our lives…intersecting yours with mine. And yet, we still welcome it as much as we fear it. We still risk, forgive, and begin again. We still wake up expecting to love someone and hoping to be loved in return.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul. In this journey we traveled beyond our imperfections and deeper into our spirits. On this path I heard angel’s wings sweeping the bloodstained wood. It wasn’t until I reached into the deepest part of your soul…the part where the Holy Spirit in you met the Holy Spirit in me that I realized this bridge, this path, this journey…everything before me and behind me which I travel upon is built upon the cross He bore for me. I found God searching for you. I found ultimate love crossing the bridge of our humanness into eternity.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul; a journey not of flesh, but of spirit and love. In this moment we were artists creating our tomorrows, smiling upon our yesterdays, and capturing the today in the blink between the stare. Reality became our most treasured memory as we left behind what was to travel toward what will be.
As I looked at you, you steadily held my thoughts with your stare. Strong and brave, you balanced my desires with your dreams. Your protective nature quieted fear, so much that my heart heard yours and simply floated to your soul like a ballerina following the one song she lived to dance to. We are born with a rhythm that can make a serendipitous chord with another just in passing…just in a simple stare…the moment of knowing that our life song has been forever changed.
I see eternity singing in the back of your eyes. Is it a reflection of my love for you or is it your love that I see? If I am wrong, then I will at least not be convicted for not trying; if I am right, then I have solved the world and beyond for love is the greatest of all mysteries. Love is decided death of self…it is crossing the bridge between your soul and mine.
Love is entrenched in the greatest sacrifices of history…His son upon the cross, a woman’s body to give life, a father’s choice to work harder for his family, and young lovers who love because they have realized what we all know: the need for acceptance is the most addicting drug known to man. In these examples, the spectrum of love exceeds the realm of comprehension as we can only hope to hear the wings of angels dust the floors of earth. And we can only pray that love leads us to happiness instead of sadness. Yet, we already know what some will find out: love is furtively heaven and hell.
We are all imperfect souls creating imperfect love. Human love is a fireball of tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams, and faith which builds both strength and power as it traverses a path through our lives…intersecting yours with mine. And yet, we still welcome it as much as we fear it. We still risk, forgive, and begin again. We still wake up expecting to love someone and hoping to be loved in return.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul. In this journey we traveled beyond our imperfections and deeper into our spirits. On this path I heard angel’s wings sweeping the bloodstained wood. It wasn’t until I reached into the deepest part of your soul…the part where the Holy Spirit in you met the Holy Spirit in me that I realized this bridge, this path, this journey…everything before me and behind me which I travel upon is built upon the cross He bore for me. I found God searching for you. I found ultimate love crossing the bridge of our humanness into eternity.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul; a journey not of flesh, but of spirit and love. In this moment we were artists creating our tomorrows, smiling upon our yesterdays, and capturing the today in the blink between the stare. Reality became our most treasured memory as we left behind what was to travel toward what will be.
As I looked at you, you steadily held my thoughts with your stare. Strong and brave, you balanced my desires with your dreams. Your protective nature quieted fear, so much that my heart heard yours and simply floated to your soul like a ballerina following the one song she lived to dance to. We are born with a rhythm that can make a serendipitous chord with another just in passing…just in a simple stare…the moment of knowing that our life song has been forever changed.
I see eternity singing in the back of your eyes. Is it a reflection of my love for you or is it your love that I see? If I am wrong, then I will at least not be convicted for not trying; if I am right, then I have solved the world and beyond for love is the greatest of all mysteries. Love is decided death of self…it is crossing the bridge between your soul and mine.
Love is entrenched in the greatest sacrifices of history…His son upon the cross, a woman’s body to give life, a father’s choice to work harder for his family, and young lovers who love because they have realized what we all know: the need for acceptance is the most addicting drug known to man. In these examples, the spectrum of love exceeds the realm of comprehension as we can only hope to hear the wings of angels dust the floors of earth. And we can only pray that love leads us to happiness instead of sadness. Yet, we already know what some will find out: love is furtively heaven and hell.
We are all imperfect souls creating imperfect love. Human love is a fireball of tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams, and faith which builds both strength and power as it traverses a path through our lives…intersecting yours with mine. And yet, we still welcome it as much as we fear it. We still risk, forgive, and begin again. We still wake up expecting to love someone and hoping to be loved in return.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul. In this journey we traveled beyond our imperfections and deeper into our spirits. On this path I heard angel’s wings sweeping the bloodstained wood. It wasn’t until I reached into the deepest part of your soul…the part where the Holy Spirit in you met the Holy Spirit in me that I realized this bridge, this path, this journey…everything before me and behind me which I travel upon is built upon the cross He bore for me. I found God searching for you. I found ultimate love crossing the bridge of our humanness into eternity.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul; a journey not of flesh, but of spirit and love. In this moment we were artists creating our tomorrows, smiling upon our yesterdays, and capturing the today in the blink between the stare. Reality became our most treasured memory as we left behind what was to travel toward what will be.
As I looked at you, you steadily held my thoughts with your stare. Strong and brave, you balanced my desires with your dreams. Your protective nature quieted fear, so much that my heart heard yours and simply floated to your soul like a ballerina following the one song she lived to dance to. We are born with a rhythm that can make a serendipitous chord with another just in passing…just in a simple stare…the moment of knowing that our life song has been forever changed.
I see eternity singing in the back of your eyes. Is it a reflection of my love for you or is it your love that I see? If I am wrong, then I will at least not be convicted for not trying; if I am right, then I have solved the world and beyond for love is the greatest of all mysteries. Love is decided death of self…it is crossing the bridge between your soul and mine.
Love is entrenched in the greatest sacrifices of history…His son upon the cross, a woman’s body to give life, a father’s choice to work harder for his family, and young lovers who love because they have realized what we all know: the need for acceptance is the most addicting drug known to man. In these examples, the spectrum of love exceeds the realm of comprehension as we can only hope to hear the wings of angels dust the floors of earth. And we can only pray that love leads us to happiness instead of sadness. Yet, we already know what some will find out: love is furtively heaven and hell.
We are all imperfect souls creating imperfect love. Human love is a fireball of tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams, and faith which builds both strength and power as it traverses a path through our lives…intersecting yours with mine. And yet, we still welcome it as much as we fear it. We still risk, forgive, and begin again. We still wake up expecting to love someone and hoping to be loved in return.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul. In this journey we traveled beyond our imperfections and deeper into our spirits. On this path I heard angel’s wings sweeping the bloodstained wood. It wasn’t until I reached into the deepest part of your soul…the part where the Holy Spirit in you met the Holy Spirit in me that I realized this bridge, this path, this journey…everything before me and behind me which I travel upon is built upon the cross He bore for me. I found God searching for you. I found ultimate love crossing the bridge of our humanness into eternity.
As I looked at you, you steadily held my thoughts with your stare. Strong and brave, you balanced my desires with your dreams. Your protective nature quieted fear, so much that my heart heard yours and simply floated to your soul like a ballerina following the one song she lived to dance to. We are born with a rhythm that can make a serendipitous chord with another just in passing…just in a simple stare…the moment of knowing that our life song has been forever changed.
I see eternity singing in the back of your eyes. Is it a reflection of my love for you or is it your love that I see? If I am wrong, then I will at least not be convicted for not trying; if I am right, then I have solved the world and beyond for love is the greatest of all mysteries. Love is decided death of self…it is crossing the bridge between your soul and mine.
Love is entrenched in the greatest sacrifices of history…His son upon the cross, a woman’s body to give life, a father’s choice to work harder for his family, and young lovers who love because they have realized what we all know: the need for acceptance is the most addicting drug known to man. In these examples, the spectrum of love exceeds the realm of comprehension as we can only hope to hear the wings of angels dust the floors of earth. And we can only pray that love leads us to happiness instead of sadness. Yet, we already know what some will find out: love is furtively heaven and hell.
We are all imperfect souls creating imperfect love. Human love is a fireball of tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams, and faith which builds both strength and power as it traverses a path through our lives…intersecting yours with mine. And yet, we still welcome it as much as we fear it. We still risk, forgive, and begin again. We still wake up expecting to love someone and hoping to be loved in return.
Our stare became the bridge which took us into one another’s soul. In this journey we traveled beyond our imperfections and deeper into our spirits. On this path I heard angel’s wings sweeping the bloodstained wood. It wasn’t until I reached into the deepest part of your soul…the part where the Holy Spirit in you met the Holy Spirit in me that I realized this bridge, this path, this journey…everything before me and behind me which I travel upon is built upon the cross He bore for me. I found God searching for you. I found ultimate love crossing the bridge of our humanness into eternity.
You captured the essence of love in its many facets. Beautifully written!
..'til....Marmee
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What a wonderful picture you have painted with your words. You have captured the true essence of love...my love for you...with your words.
I LOVE waltzing through your eyes! I am looking forward to spending the rest of my life getting lost in your eyes and enjoying the connection of our souls.
Through the tears, laughs, fears, joys, failures, hopes, dreams and faith...we will continue to build and share a love like no other.
Keep SHINING! You are a light!
Forever & MORE!
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You have put into words what we as humans feel every day, every night, dawn, twilight, hoping, longing that truly we are not alone in this journey.
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The longing stare of true love....the urgent need to hear you whisper their name. All consuming; every thought is of you...the simple need to be near you. The joy that comes from spending quiet moments together...
true love:
Passion...respect...sacrifice...support....
compassion...
All these things perfectly describe His love for us. He stares at us from His heavenly throne, longing to hear us whisper His name. He longs to spend quiet moments alone with our hearts. To wrap us in His warmth and comfort.
But to stare back into His gaze, is to expose ourselves completely. To allow the good AND the bad to be revealed is heart wrenching but glorious!
Romans 12:9
"Let love be without hypocrisy"
Perhaps exposing our core is the only way to look back into His loving stare.
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