June 30-2008

Standing on the edge of the Indian Ocean... I hear Your voice beckon me.
I'm standing there waiting to be touched; full of expectation - knowing I won't leave without a touch from you.
I've seen your waves come past these rocks before, but now they faltar as if to tease me।
I hear you... your saying "Come in, Beloved. I dare you."
The water is there, and I came. Won't you meet me half way, my Lord? Won't you honor my expectancy?
But no. You want all of me. It will cost everything. Even my sanity. "But I want it all."
If you want it, come get it.
And I step in. One step at a time. And you draw me in like breathing my oxygen right out of me until I am gasping for air - desperate for life and its Giver.
I come all the way and I can't go back. Your waves cruise over me and now I can do nothing but go further in. It's my delight. Yes. No turning back.

Its has to be You. Thats all I want.