Can I Please Be Closer

i went walking on the beach looking for something i wasn't sure of... twirling in the shallow ocean splashing the warm sea upon my skin... i sang a song of love attempting to summon the attention from my love above.. spectators admiring me with puzzlement in their eyes... they appear to wonder why i was so free... i cared not and keep singing to he...i sat on a sand dune and waited for him to give me a sign... i just needed to know he felt my heart was in need..i cried long and hard, with tears of power... I screamed... i let everything in me flow out.. then i felt a warm breeze, on my ear like a subtle whisper with a secret to unveil... i looked to my right in the skies beyond the sea and there i saw a rainbow with colors you would never believe! The sun was setting with its vivid tints of orange in the sky and the sea below it was deeply green , then darkness approached behind me like a cape which intended to cover my sight i turn and look with disbelief... gods work surrounding me... the thunder rolls behind me and black clouds come with speed; but before me i still had my rainbow which enthralled me.. I ask God if he was to busy to sit with me... i told him i didn't want anymore signs even with how amazing they could be... i know i know how selfish of me... i just wanted him.. him next to me.. him to be my friend and just sit with me..And even though i knew it was impossible physically still i asked could he really deny me.. oh how naive i could be... He is a busy man but i can not say he was was not listening... i can not say he was not there.. for i knew he was... But still i cried.. For him.. yearning to be closer .. for him to hold my hand.. for him to sit next to me and talk a while.. i cried for more... more of god around me..not more here but more there with him.. i just wanted his presence engulfing me... as i turned and observed the power and beauty around me.... i realized the whole time he was really with me... maybe not in the form we are intended to be... but in the form of his choosing he came to me.

In The Eyes of The Creator

In his eyes i am flawless for he created me to be as i am. Through his eyes i am a beautiful flower in constant bloom with seeds that will be sown. In his eyes i am that perfect snow flake with the soft flutter upon a child's cheek. Through his eyes i am perfectly imperfect. In the eyes of the creator my smile is like the sunrise, my tears the twinkle of the brightest star. When i am ugliest to the world, in my Creators eyes i am perfect. Flawed in so many ways to the average eye but in His eyes i am a rainbow in the rain. I am breathtaking in his image. How could one wish to be perfect to anyone else, if i am perfect for Him then that is all i need.