Intimate

From you I draw my breath,
For you such tenderness,
That the heart would fall to pieces,
If it were to forget your name.
This gentleness isn’t borrowed,
Time is teaching me to reach out,
To slip my hand into yours,
Oh, how lightly you hold,
As if you aren’t there at all,
But it’s difficult not to feel you,
When you are standing so close,
Closer than my breath,
Closer than the beating heart,
I know not what to make of this,
This intimacy is new.

I long to introduce you to family and friends,
They all claim to know you,
And where you come from,
Strange, how can they know?
When I am only beginning to discover,
My personal, intimate God.