with

We sit on the porch
rocking in chairs worn smooth with life
breathing in the beauty
and brokenness of Your creation.
You with me, I with You.
 
Over the years you have made it habit
to sit on my blind side,
and have long since replaced words with silence,
which initially shocked but has gradually opened me
to trust beyond senses.
 
Only later am I aware that as we sit,
You slowly weave into me something
that runs deeper than anything I’ve known
and rings truer than the stars in the sky
and the thumping in my chest.
You with me, I with You.
 
Like old friends
on a porch.
Wordless.
Present.
With.
 
 
(Photo Credit: Warren Lucas)