Standing there amidst the pines
Whose needle like leaves ensconced
His powerful stature.
Unsure of the path between He and I,
I whispered sweet nothings into the ethers
Trembling as I tip-toed through the brush
Trying to anticipate His every move
Undulating sweat pouring forth
From my body,
Hands clenched in fervent prayer,
I drew closer to this ominous figure
Whose light and darkness
Confounded my soul since ever I could remember.
He grabbed me with such an intensity
I fell silent as though the beat of my heart
Dissipated into the abyss.
I gathered what courage I could and looked
deeply into His eyes.
Unable to utter a word, tears strolled down my cheeks.
I didn’t know why I was there
Or why He was there for that matter.
Wanting to escape into the shelter of those trees
His mighty arms embraced me.
“I love you. I love you, I love you.”
Flabbergasted, I stared into death’s eyes again.
“I love you,” He said with such a radiant warmth
That I was able to feel my heartbeat again.
A softness enveloped the space between us
I was no longer afraid of Him
No longer afraid of death
And no longer afraid of the path between us.
Laura Aversano