A feast for my heart.
Laying out a banquet for my Beloved.
Preparation begins early–before the sun rises.
I am as one readying a wedding banquet, considering every detail.
Prayers are shaken out and allowed to fall–the finest of linens, a blanket of purity.
The table is set with the good china–a favorite Bible and other books to meditate on during this time.
The candle is lit, burning fire of love.
The main course?
It incites excitement in this context of sanctity, for it is nourishment. It fills and energizes . The words are the finest morsels, and I hold them in my mouth longer, for to savor their sweetness. I write them down and carry them with me throughout the day, so that I will not forget His tenderness. I can taste them in the most ordinary of situations, relishing the special flavor that only I can taste.
These are the words of my Beloved; He speaks them only to me this day. They are soft and intimate, whispers of love.
The excitement is in the small helps arranged. Tiny gifts of thoughtfulness and care. Flavored waters, hot tea. Each drink a secret I share with my love.
We keep this intimacy between us.
Senses are heightened, body in a state of expectation.
This shakiness–a reminder that He will strengthen.
When hunger chews inside, it too reminds to turn thoughts back to Him, my own love.
Through it all, He is pulls me ever closer to Him.
He whispers to me all the day long, encouraging words of love.
And I break my fast in a far more nourished state than when I entered into it. Humbled–treasured by my Love.
I has been a secret tryst, that leaves me assured that I am loved.
It makes me smile to think of Him, waiting for me. Waiting for me to prepare another feast like this. A sweet time together.