He said He'd meet me after lunch
By the bridge where east connected west
and so I waited
Minutes seemed like hours and wondered
I did if He would actually show up
this time
My anxiety so thick you could
cut it with a knife but ours
was to be a peaceful meet
His a gift
Sweat began to run down my face
As it was too hot for this time
of year and I had to know
Many a stranger passed me by
provoking my hand to reach out
to extend a handshake, false alarm
none turned out to be Him
I ran my conversation through my
mind, wondering how does one speak
to GOD, face to face, intimidating
to say the least
I tired of standing, so I sat at a
near by bench, it came as some relief
as my legs were shaky and at the point
of collapse
It was past noon now and still no
sign of Him, doubting once again that He would
show
Then coming round the bend off the bike path
a man wearing sandals and robe white with
Gold threading about approached me
It was Him, With beard as white as the clouds
overhead, I rubbed my eyes to better focus
myself on Him, He was GOD in the flesh
Who came to address love, His subject matter and
the affairs of my heart
He opened up the conversation asking, well I'm
here, whats on your mind these days?
So much to say but two things pressed upon my heart
and so I asked
Will I ever have her whom I love? Or
will your divine wisdom separate me
from her I breathe?
He looked at me puzzled and responded, Is this
the urgent matter you wanted to discuss?
I nodded nervously and held my breath as the
look on His face read as if I had angered Him
He closed His eyes breathed deeply and responded
My son you already have her, it was my will to
allow you to arrive safely in her arms and know
the blessing is up to you now to make it so
He then reached out to me, touched my face
and said,
Be happy now for many years have come between you and I
and your heart kept me away up until now. Suffered you
have but not by my hand, but by yours. Hold on to her
and never let her go. For my daughter also knows your
heart and will care for it till we meet again. Maybe then
you will believe in me.
and as I turned away for just a second in shame
I looked up and He was gone and so too my fears
for He took His time not mine to tell me so