Where All Consists

Everything you see, in everyone you've loved:

the buttery warmth of a newborn's head, bobbing at your shoulder;

dimples that punctuate a smile

just

so;

the timbre and ripple of a laugh known anywhere

even though fifty years gone;

gentle fingers encircling your wrist, grounding you

 as she helps; 

that way he knows the exact words,

the exact need,

every time, it seems;

the one who always comes when you call,

and also when you don't;

the tilt of his head;

the wink of her eye; 

the phrase that takes your breath,

even though fifty years gone;

the way each walks this earth, as only each one can.

And the achingly sweet beauty in those who won't stay,

cross your path, move on with a smile

or a frown

or not even a glance

and nothing, no one, like that will come to you again

ever...

All of it.

All of it.

All

present in, sourced from

Him whom you can never lose

ever,

Jesus,

and infinitely, unimaginably more.