Real

Make it fresh like a newly pressed wine,
Make it sweeter than honey,
Make it refreshing like a drink from a long thirst,
Make it smooth like fine pottery,
Precious lord, let me feel you.

I don’t want to concoct unfelt words.
I don’t want to dwell on “reported” experiences.
Nor do I want to speak abstract words about you,
Precious lord, be real to me.

My life is bland without tasting you,
What is life without sweet drops of your presence?
I am rough patchesof clay without the smooth touch of your arm.
Make me beautiful! Precious lord.

I want to hold your hands always.
I want to look into your eyes and hear whispers of love.
I want my heart to cling to your “every” words.
If it’s to know the rhythm of your heart, I can listen patiently.
Calm my unsteadiness that I may hear you.
Train my ears and heart to see your footsteps,
And I will be glad that I caught not only your heart but your person.
Till and after then, I wait to know and feel you like my SKIN.