6.9.17

I didn't know if you'd be there

I feared I'd come

to find you gone. 

 

But you showed me

how the rug beneath my feet is luxury

its edges lined with tassels

kissing my dreams of royalty 

 

And my feet rest

upon a rug made for their deepest joy

and though the ground beneath may tremble 

its fibers lay still beneath my toes  

 

And in a moment you whispered it once more

Your promise

to never leave

to never stray

and I exhaled

because you're not a lover who should rip a rug from beneath my longing feet

so I breathe in deep

and exhale relief. 

 

-to my love, Jesus. 

kristie dunnigan