Halfway Walked
Less than halfway,
walking the loop of my street,
passing the home of a neighbor I know I should know,
when, when surfacing from the tree’s shadows,
I am flooded by the knowing
that I am loved with Heart, Soul, Mind, and Strength -
wind,
nearly strong enough to hold me up,
that makes its way to breath in me;
sunlight,
so soft that I must close my eyes
and receive it as a kiss on my skin.
Oh, to be a being capable of bearing the fire of a star!
I’m glad the Sun isn’t alone up there,
no need for my reciprocal love,
only want of it,
an invitation…
I’ve put in my reservation at the table,
the one with the tablecloth of stars
and a guest list millennia long…
I hope my neighbors have accepted their invitations…
I should check to see if they know it was in their mailboxes…
an invitation
to more of this,
more breath, more light, more love.
I’ll have to wait -
I’m not that sort of being yet,
fireproof, no, fire-tested…
But one day, yes, one day,
I’ll be all light, no shadow of turning,
and able to kiss the marked hand of the Sun,
whose Spirit of power, love, and self-control
has so endlessly anointed my head with light,
and thereby
close the loop of love that is,
so far,
only halfway walked.
Background:
Some morning in fall 2025, I was taking a walk up my street, when I came out of the shadow of some trees and was struck with that gentle sunlight so unique to morning time while a gentle breeze played with those silly baby hairs around my face. For many years, soft light has felt to me like a kiss (this is not the first time I have written about it in that way), but I just couldn’t help writing about that feeling again. This time, however, it turned into a short piece about a walk symbolizing the path of my life, trying to get back to God and who He designed me to be so that I can love Him as I wish to, and those niggling thoughts in my mind about how I don’t reach out to my neighbors enough to invite them to walk with me.
May your walk be blessed.
Wishing you goodness without end,
Jess