Intimacy

 

was not the string of texts received from lover-new

Band aiding night aloneness 

in vain attempt to heal a wound

 

nor the 3-digit number of "Likes" on bright picturesque ocean views,

despite your pilgrim's foot tracks 

and had-revelation under the moon

 

nor the mouth of a resounding "yes" to leisure time in lieu,

the shadow of a friend whom

vows to finally spend the day with you.

 

But intimacy

the open page

after a day of 'full'.

Mid-continuum relinquishing

a self-will to the cues

(of the Spirit) Stop!

 

This is holy ground - the glory cloud and

Jesus in us!

Lord, I can find no greater delight than Your manifest presence,

 

So I will be silent

 

Watch in awe

and best

 

take off my shoes.

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