The Blower's Daughter

The sense of loss is so acute, for a few seconds, my fingers hover over the keyboard. The storm of feelings well up, struggling to find expression in words that suddenly evade me.

They are released, eventually, as tears.

There are no words for this, no beauty or elegance.
There is nothing poignant, nothing worth preserving about this.

"But I can't take my eyes off you.
I can't take my eyes off you."

Eventually, a calm settles.

The yearning to be hugged by you evaporates.

The stabbing pain - so similar to the heartaches we felt when we fell in love - subsides.

God sends yet another angel to soothe the ache.

He tells me:
耶 和 华 必 在 你 前 面 行 ； 他 必 与 你 同 在 ， 必 不 撇 下 你 ， 也 不 丢 弃 你 。 不 要 惧 怕 ， 也 不 要 惊 惶 。

I smile.

It's going to be ok. For tonight, at least.

Come tomorrow, He will provide again.