I love you to tomorrow and back

I love you to tomorrow and back.

It's funny to think that there can be a love can't be proved, no matter what we do.
It is out beyond the goodbye kisses or the heartfelt smile-framed words we offer.
It is out beyond the quiet side-by-side moments when the sun slows to let you watch it melt along the horizon.
It is out beyond the perfect gift, the deepest embrace, the most tender kiss, as we seek to pass on wordless world-sized emotions carefully packaged in a single touch.
But this world cannot contain a love not from it, not made for it, not seen in it.
Even trading one's life for another cannot encompass a love that is deeper than life, stronger than death.
For the human body is not powerful enough to portray something as big as oceans-- oceans whose mountain-filled liquid skins have sparkles that hold their own galaxies in their blinding depths.
How can such a love ever be proved in a world that cannot hold it?
How can time ever tell of something far greater than times greatest imaginings?
How can love that has been given the very breath of heaven and can walk the fires of hell and not be burned-- how can such a love ever be painted in a single lifetime?

I love you to tomorrow and back;
With this breath and the next.
I love you with all that I know, and all that I never will know.
I love you with a heart that knows its own weaknesses but refuses to surrender to itself.
I love you with all of the tears that I couldn't cry.
I love you with more than I can feel.
I love you with a love that is bigger, stronger, faster, fuller, and more pure than I can ever be.
I love you more than you or I or anyone will ever know.
I love you farther than I can run and higher than I can see.
I love you past all that I wish that I wasn't.
I love you longer than I can live, and nearer than I can feel.
I love you to tomorrow and back;
With this breath and the next.

Let me rest in this moment

Let me rest in this moment,
A breath from your lips,
That I may see your face
And hear you breathe, and nothing else.
Let memory desert me
And the future wait it's turn
As I baske in the glow
Of your sunrise.
Many are the men who have sought you,
And many are the poor souls
Who have sold themselves to an earth-made counterfeit.
But no one who has recognized the seal of heaven
Can deny the loving craftsmanship
Hidden and streaming from everything that is you.
Like the light of a thousand mornings
To one long-pressed beyond the night of eternity
Is My Only to my heart.
I cannot but feel
That my heart was made in part and in whole
To seek to grasp but a whisp
Of the fragrance of the splendour
So carefully woven into hers.
The mystery lies in this:
My heart is His
And hers because she is His perfect rose.
Let me love Him with all that I am
That I may love her with
But a strand of the tapestry
Of love that he has spun for her.
Let my heart be lost in His
That I may see her face
Through the light of heaven's
Brilliant grace and unfading truth.
Let me give myself to Him
That someday He may let me borrow
Her for but a day.
My life is but a moment,
My striving but a breath.
Let this end be my breath in this moment.

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Some things in life don't seem to make sense
until you're able to see them in past tense.
But even then some things don't seem to get clearer;
they only fade like watercolor in the rain as you come nearer
to the place where you thought that everything
would be alright;
finally in your sight,
ready for you to hold.

And there you are,
and I want to run to you.
But am I finished running from myself?
I'm ready to fall forever and never get up
from a love that never asks if we'll be strong enough.
And if my heart breaks let it break beneath the waves
that leave me knowing that I loved all I could and never asked for more than that-- never wanted to be saved.