Where We Meet

Desperately Seeking…searching for more…
In need of you…I’m face down on the floor…
The silence is golden…yet at times so loud…
Purely I’m seeking...As your presence abounds…
Set apart in this moment…Holy…unto this place…
A sanctuary in this closet…I’m just seeking your face…
No longer surrounded…by mere clothes and shoes…
Now in your presence…it’s your heart that I choose…
My hands lifted before you…Desiring to be filled…
Refusing to leave this place…until your heart for me is revealed…
I have been waiting for you…and I have felt the weight…
My heaviness the result of distance…now more than I can take…
I am as the woman…that fought through the crowd…
So much confusion…Their voices so loud…
Hoping for not just a glimpse…but in need of a touch…
I come to where we meet…needing you so much…
If I can but touch you here…where all things are made new…
Made whole…complete…perfected…in you.
Kristy Turnage
5-23-2010