couldnts and can

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

can't tell how you're doing, can't know how your road turns, dunno how winding it might go, not sure if your hand is yet mine, but like the wind - it's a truth He owns. some days imagine your embrace, the things that you might say, how gazing in those orbs...would be like my life has opened all its doors, like my journey just begun, like everything i'm waiting for, He's wrapped inside your flesh and soul. 

but i can wait, patient and with prayer, pleas that He never lets you falter, that He opens you back up to Him, like the light you showed me when we were younger. you're not ever lost, so long as you can blink and be reminded, of favors long shown, upon your being He's showered, since the day of your birth, and the time He let me know you existed. the inabilities of a slave, to affect and preserve his beloved, perhaps one of the most tormenting of states, but submission to his Maker, in reality the only forward path, in this life of winding deja vu's and changes. if you reach for the skies, its Heavens, i promise they'll reach back for you, overwhelming with His blessings, just takes a single step, then another, before Eternity brings you its promise of forever.