He dreamt of her
In the depths of imagination, He wondered
Anticipation
He pondered
Who would she become?
The swaying of sequoias
The blooming of a wildflower
The crashing of the sea
The birth of me
A mere companion in creation
Yellows and blues
Laughter and dance
Wide arms and deep roots
Freedom and justice
Peace like a river
Heart on fire
Eyes wide open
A new side of His heart entering the world
The Creator couldn’t wait another day
for His creation to arrive
She was a part of the story
The Great Author burst with laughter
As He dreamed of who she would be
Excitement filled His workshop
Paper laid everywhere
It was his favorite story yet
The day was coming
My beginning
He knew the world needed a new face of Him to discover
She will bring it, He wrote
Scribbling as one does when the excitement is too much to bear.
It was rare
Who she would become
Imitation of whose image she shared
She knew not her influence
But she drowned in the love
Of her creator
Her constant
This moment is holy
The moment when she searched the depths of her soul
And found Him
He’s waited since the Garden for this moment
Her purpose
For me to step into my identity
Of the one who would show the world
His heart
It’s in my bones
Running through my veins
An encounter
I’m fully aware
He’s thinking about me
And that’s enough
It will always be enough
