Indeed she was nearer to being kissed at that
Moment than never before in her life.
And in that moment,
She realized just how much she loved him,
How much she loved all of them.
But she was not dealing
In the false coin of vanity and lust.
It was not the kind of love one falls into,
But one that stems from laughter, ridiculous songs
In the car, warm fuzzies, and the Holy Spirit.
It was a simple but fierce adoration.
Philia, perhaps even agape,
But not eros. And she threw her arms round his neck many times,
Clinging the same way the child clung to her
That surprising last afternoon;
With the same love, she let her younger friend, sister
Lay down her sweet and weary head
In her lap, and she stroked the curls off her brow,
Twisting them gently round her fingers.
In that way, she washed her feet.
Time and time again, she embraced her dearly beloveds.
"One human heart goes out to
Others, undeterred by what lies between.
Thus does my heart go out to you, and though
I shall not see you for a long time,
Perhaps until we meet again in heaven,
It loves you still and
Truly believes it shall sit beside you forever."
That was what she wanted to say,
But the words became stuck in her throat.
She looks gorgeous when she cries;
Her eyes shine and sparkle.
Because she had been with the Lord,
Her face is radiant.
So her entire countanence, her
Very being, is illuminated.
When she finished speaking to them,
She had a veil over her face,
A mask of weariness.
She doesn't want the world to see her,
Because she doesn't think that they'll understand.
But she can never hide the light in her eyes,
Like stars dissolved in emerald and gold.
The sweet warm air met
Her like a high wave.
And the peace which she always found
Filled her utterly as she
Looked across the valley below
To the soaring green heights, smooth, enormous,
Hazy in the noon heat.
Beneath her feet the grassy slopes
Fell away steeply to where
She would soon return.
She walked down that mountain with her
Pierced heart held high.
The fishers of men, her people,
How was she supposed to say goodbye to them?
People like that don't come around much.
They are as close as kindred,
For holy water is as thick as blood.
And her tears fell into the cup of wine,
For His Spirit moved through her
Like a mighty rushing wind;
It shook her to her soul.
But their embraces kept her steady.
She sleeps now,
And dreams of them.
She will remember them every once in a while,
And think of them fondly,
Late at night, then again when she wakes.
Their stories are light,
Filling her up with hope and goodwill,
The will to go on.
It is right for her to feel this way about all of them,
Since she has them in her sacred heart.
She still longs for them,
With the very affection of Jesus Christ.
Hallelujah.
Note: I will be continually editing/perfecting this poem. It's called "found" poetry, because about 50% of this poem comes lines of books or songs that I've tweaked.
