The Child and Bride

by Joel [ThunderAngel]

I was born. I have the memory. I had the mind of the infant upon her Mother's breast. I had the touch and I had the kiss, though I knew her not. I felt the embrace. My mind was so small.

As a child I ran and played. I felt Him watching me. A Father whose eyes both thrilled and humbled me. This world hid for me His' mysteries, and my voice began to blossom.

As a teen, I remembered the pain of another childhood. I looked at Father with eyes of rage, and I fell wounded at His feet. Unable to sooth my flames, I burned and burned and burned. I could not feel His love for all the hatred left in me.

I dream of when I shall awake in the beauty of another heart. As an infant I felt what all should feel in the warmth of a Mother's arms. As a child I played and forgot the horrors of the abandonment of my past. As a teen the past returned in vengeance and shattered me once again.

What is left? What remains for me now that my world has fallen to night?

Only to dream. Only to sleep. Only to fall into myself and know what is really there. Deep beneath me in caverns so deep, I find her. I find what God as Mother and Father is bringing out of me. I once was Adam's broken son, but now I'm something else. I find that she's really there, another me that is being called to wake.

I remember those years as I travail, as I lay and as I suffer. Yet, I am happy. I know that I am birthing another legacy. My Husband holds my hand, and I feel the scar that marks His' own. Another child into His Kingdom is delivered, and angels do sing.

How could this ever happen? He that hath the bride is the Bridegroom. Yet, those words never meant so deep a thing to me as they do now. For this purpose came I into His' world. That I might bear Him sons and daughters.
 

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