Love Letters

Dearest,

You remember better than I do the letter I once wrote to the justletsbefriendsboy.

Not like you—so far out of my league—worlds wake at the sound of your voice.

I want to squish your check sideways and demand your attention like the petulant but well-meaning child I am and love—

Grandma!! Look!

How does one grasp the attention of the Eternal Beloved?

Surprisingly easily because you love us so.

A really good listener

I want more like Christmas morning

Waiting for your voice

In the House,

Love.

I teeter, I wobble

Never having impeccable balance

I swing between hope and chaos

One part of me veering toward extremes strangely reminiscent of sci-fi movies and teen melodrama—

Attempt to reproduce the metaphysical places that come to you in your dreams

Buy all the thrift store wedding dresses and parade about in them!

Become a true cave or island dweller…

I have become obsessive about the time

In Diomedes (big and little)

Howland and Baker Islands

He brings me rain to ease my heartbreak

And stories he has told with aplomb for millennia

A persistent widow

A mustard tree

A cry that goes out at midnight

And all those angels

Poised, always poised

To bring home those he loves

That Divine Motherboard

My father was a helicopter pilot. That meant that from a young age, I was familiar with what a helicopter cockpit looked like.

I remember distinctly being very young and having a nightly prayer sesh. I fully acknowledged (at that time) that God had A LOT of buttons and levers to man in order to keep the universe clicking.

He therefore could not be expected to respond personally to me.

Wrong.

Turns out He is Omni-everything and can respond to each individual supplicant while keeping breath in our lungs and making baby turtles adorable.

In fact, the opposite is true. It is not God who is too busy to respond to us, it is we who become too concerned with the buttons and levers of our busy lives to wrest the time from it all

To be still and know

That He is God

And we are loved

Beyond measure.

John 20 and 21