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Night falls softly
and I close my eyes and remember how night fell on us. Just when we thought we'd missed it, the horizon blushed pink, and shone gold. You holding me in your arms. And from over my feet a beautiful sight reawakening my heart; watching you watch the world. I remember chasing our first sunset, I remember us ending up on this rock face - I told you it was one of my secret places and later, that you were the first to kiss me there. I want to chase a hundred or more sunsets with you. To watch night fall, to see you see the world - and be held there.
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 Your creation
is magnificent. I sit with the breeze in my hair, listening to the deep bush, bird calls, and your gentle Spirit coming softly with the wind - The clouds above move about the earth, each day new each day different. I breathe in Your beauty, the fresh air in my mouth, my nose and lungs. I imagine filling my whole body with Your light. Bathing in Your loving gaze, shaded in Your great tree and loving arms wrapped round me. I close my eyes and open them to a new dawn - I know all my blessings come from You. You are all good in my life passed and life to come. Hold me Father, and beloved Son let me rest awhile - You are the arms I have longed my life to feel - Show me Your heart that I may know mine.
Sometimes I want to let my hair go, and run barefoot through the streets. Sometimes I feel like bursting with laughter on an overcrowded peak-hour train, or gently weep at the library entrance. There are days when I twirl my umbrella in my hands, skip instead of walk, smile when everyone else is frowning. There are moments in time when I will sing at the top of my lungs - the name of my lover, and of ancient truths. I will sail a paper boat in the ocean, I will kiss violets, and let ribbons fly in the wind. I hope I will be remembered for my love.  I awaken,
and I have had little sleep but I am feeling so alive, so full of love. For the next three days I'll be in Kangaroo Valley on a women's prayer and meditation retreat - With mum who last took me there when I was but a few months old - We will be among the beautiful bush, without phone reception - taking time to Incline the ear of my heart - to reflect - and Be still, (which is never easy for me) Will you make time this week to be still? To remember who you are and what you love and stand for - To find time to be good to yourself, to listen to birds and watch clouds dance haphazardly across the sky... We are intended to be creative to imagine, to be spontaneous, to live and love fully - That I am sure of.  Something brilliant
is growing in my heart. I feel it tingling my toes I breathe it into my lungs - I see it starry in my eyes. Something is growing, and it is beautiful - I know it. |
ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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