Real To Me

Time and again You have lifted me. My go-to. Who else can see the crown of my head and the soles of my feet at the same time but the One who sees me. 

My thoughts of peace ramming against jagged edges. Desperate to help the helpless. Desperate to help myself. Climbing and sliding. Climbing and being pulled out. Who else truly celebrates with me the celebrations unseen but by You. Those sweet victories. The kindnesses. You touch the yearning, understanding what I don't. Memories locked. Sensitive to what seems absent. And, so witty you are. Making fun, knowing what I can handle. Real and within a secure grasp, yet out of this world, holy and magnificent, just plain beyond. 

I have tears as I write because you are alive and I get to know that. I get to belong to you and even know you on some plain. 

The grace. Always there for me when I look to you, knowing full well there is nothing deserving. Given freely, even pouring over me til about flattened. Then I rise and breathe. And, I see and hear. This doesn't end. All the days of my life. Whether minute or hour or days, this is all I go through with you like a swirling wind. You're a for-sure in me. A pursuer of my heart. An I-am-able-equipper. 

Amazing, that all that lives bows before you and rises at your glory, and yet my tiny is deeply known. Everything right rests in You. 

As I swim through and through toward your brilliance, the rest loses power and fades to a barely perceptible shadow. Adoration of you lifts me higher. So grateful and humbled. You light up my life. Thankful you take me as is, again and again. My God. MY GOD. You're so real to me. 

Written by,

Dee M. Kostelyk