Love like skin

Love like skin,

I wish I could describe it clearly; building sentences to encompass this perfect thing, but these letters are too feeble I fear. No adequate structure can house the maternal, paternal spirit that eternally permeates all here.

Infinite envelopes finite; two things so opposed they’re like day and night. They don’t exist on the same plane, one soaring up high the other still on the runway. The only time we experience such a gift is in this current moment. Maybe that’s why it’s called the present.

Love like skin,

It’s describing beautiful art, completely failing to convey the depth of emotion, the power within creation. Yet these very words are the vehicles we use to arrive at an understanding destination.

Holding me closely, sealing my entirety within. It amplifies my good, and nullifies my sin. Through a distillation process it makes me what I should be. It fits so well, like a tailored suit, it was made just for me!

Love like skin,

It’s with me everywhere, on the outside, within. If you cut me it bleeds. When I walk down dark alleys it leads. The dirt of life, the stains of selfishness to it they cling. You can’t remove the king from this skin.

I lay myself bare when I paint you this image, I don’t claim wisdom but seek to encourage. My desire; we all climb this mountain called knowledge until in future we ascend the final ridge.

Love like skin,

For now I only see dimly as I walk through life’s journey. The route I go you can’t, it’s custom-made we each have our part. But in shared symbol and image our foundations are laid.

A Fathers compassion for his prodigal repenting, a Mothers heart for her dear children, he causes it to rain on the righteous and the unrighteous without distinction. And as these raindrops coat all in a film that’s glistening so his love covers all like skin.