Just to be with You.
Breathe all that You are.
The only oxygen for these gasping lungs.
The only hope in all the world.
You.
Jesus.
When my life and my body are but a vapor.
When all that I am and all that I have longs deep for Your return.
Woman on tiptoes with arms flung wide to sky slung low.
Trying to touch You somehow.
Eyes wide and watching.
For the Lover.
For YOU.
Waiting, Lord,
Bernadette
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