In A Field

I've grown tired of flat prayers spurned on by the need of temporal things and crave those spoken to a God who I've known to bring me through.  He hears me.  I know I am not just spouting empty words to invisible ears.  He is with me.  Down here in the trench of my life.  Into the mess I create and the one created by others.  He never leaves.  His love envelopes who I am and molds me into who I was meant to be from the moment of my being.  I am loved.  I am loved.  I am loved .  He doesn't let me go, he never walks away, he doesn't leave me empty.  He doesn't stop speaking to my heart that aches to hear.  He doesn't grow tired of me the way I tire of myself.  He doesn't give up when all I can see is what is in front of me, not what will be or what can be.  He doesn't lose sight of love.  He doesn't let up.  He cannot stop loving.  He is love....