Imagine finding a woman
who has cultivated so much love,
that she has emerged
as a living conduit
for it to course through,
residing in a constant state of
outflow,
never expecting to receive,
because she is already so
nourished
from within
and from Above,
allowing her to receive you with
immaculacy -
without attachment -
when you do reflect love back.
Imagine finding a woman
who has become light itself,
illuminating all around her,
her rays
filtering their way into
not just the windows
you choose to open but
seeping into
each
and
every
single
crack
in your armour,
that you didn’t even know were there,
discovering with relief
and terror
that
your shadows
have nowhere left to hide.
Imagine finding a woman
who is already married to God,
who looks to you for
nothing
more
than your rawest,
most authentic
self,
needing nothing of you,
but softly asking for,
seductively beckoning for
the gift you’ve not yet given -
the one that sits in the deepest part of you -
that you have been afraid to retrieve,
wanting only that,
with no expectation
of what it will look like
or what it even is,
just that
she’ll know it
when she
feels
it.
Imagine finding a woman
who has trained her eyes
to see people’s
souls,
upon which your acting and posturing
has no effect
other than to make her chuckle knowingly,
who loves your masks too,
and lets you know
sometimes gently
and sometimes firmly,
but always lovingly,
when you’ve been wearing one for too long.
Imagine finding a woman
who has quietly tended
to the garden of her soul
so tenderly,
and for so long,
and with such bravery,
unafraid
to water it with the tears of her
soul-grief,
planting the very
last seeds
left in the pouch
of her heart,
that the strength of her faith
that they would grow into vines
that could
reach up
towards the light,
touch the light
and
become
the light,
restores your own faith
such that
you yourself
are reborn
as a
Believer.
Imagine finding a woman
who has found
herself.
~
Sharif H. Joynson
