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This month is a moment, a whisper in time.
This month is our moment -
Between You and I.

I flip back through the pages of my own life's book.
I see the images as I saw them before -
Shadows lurking in yesterday, still as broad and terrifying sometimes
As if they still hovered over me.
So I huddle here in the worries of yesterday -
Swimming, drowning in memory.

But wait -
You turn the page.
Those chapters are behind us.
I read on and find between the lines that You've been working all the time.
Even now - here in my poem - You're writing the real story.
You take all things and mould them into glory.

You've given me this moment, filled me with this breath
And it's beautiful.
It's holy.

You leaf forward onto chapters yet unnamed -
Undisclosed to me are the contents of a heightening love story.
I feel the upward thrust - it's all coming to a climax -
A weight of glory with which the old shadows cannot compare.
I see Eden, and I know You'll take me there.

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Written By Samantha Lindholm
October 26, 2012

Really autobiographical, stream-of-conciousness feeling poem. Just had to get the thoughts out into some artistic form.

He is good.