she smiles..thoughts drift through her mind, fleeting...here now..then somehow they are gone..
It is Him..like a thief in the night..He steals into her dreams and she feels Him, smells Him..
It is He, who controls her every thought, every step she takes, she is sure He is there, yet knows it cannot be possible. Around every corner, in every crowd, she senses His presence..could this be real? she smiles again and knows...yes...there are things unseen that are as tangible as those touched..
Her thoughts are her own, but somehow formed by His needs; His desires and it pleases her. She tries to put Him out of her mind, out of her heart, out of her soul..and He is steadfast and unmoving; He has come and He is the One that she has searched for her whole life..It is He..who saw her for who and what she was and is, it is He..who sensed her waiting and it drew Him until He found her and now, she will be His.
Like the girl standing on the edge of the abyss..gown clinging to her body in the mist..listening to the sound in the distance...a howl...a long...sorrowful howl..that begins to change as it nears..she feels whatever It is, that has come for her..It, He..will not harm her but will move and mold her into the very thing that she has clung to in her deepest, darkest feelings; the place she allows no one, until now!
The steel collar welded around her neck, tells her that she is His; there is no need to run or hide anymore, for it is He, who truly owns her. The wrist and anklets she wears, are that of such beauty, that no golden band could match them, because it is the feeling it instills in her, that makes her know...she is HOME. She is safe in His care, there are no places in her soul or mind that He does not inhabit and yet, she is free, freer than she has ever felt in her life. To kneel at His feet in adoration, to follow Him knowing the path He takes is the right one, to serve, adore and respect are the keys to her freedom...oh...how wonderful!
