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
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.