How Must He Feel

I see your strength in your weakness, in your face when it yearns to reconcile with your beloved. You feel this too. The measure you must feel this pain surpasses the height of any beauty I have ever seen. You let me feel this, experience this with you, for him, for them. Reconcile. Reconcile us oh mighty God. Make us whole, bring us back to the one where we shall never thirst again, shall not want nor need. It’s better than it seems. To good to be true; No, not good enough, not even close. This story of love, of sacrifice. The pain of not being with the beloved, the created, the bride. Being shunned, turned away from, spit on as you reach, strain and yearn for her. I guess pain and love go together huh? You know, that feeling when you really love someone and can’t bear to be without them, so you make crazy sacrifices just so that you can be. And the thing that stands in between you two is the worst thing that could possibly be out there, so the war to end all wars must happen so whatever that thing is, it can be taken care of, destroyed. Don’t you worry little one, you don’t have to lift a finger. That dress I gave you will stay white now and forevermore. No matter what, I will continue to fight for you. While you sleep, while you love another, while you walk with your eyes shut I will fight for you. Why? Because my love, that’s just how love works.