Some folks don’t believe in magic
And I’d have to say I’m one of those
But I do believe in miracles….
How else could I explain
The you in my soul?
Before you, I was sola*
Now I know joy!
Now I am whole!
No longer sola, my soul is alive
With hope, love, and peace!
And to think it all started with a simple touch—
Your finger on my thumb
As we looked over the rehearsal schedule….
An accidental touch?
Or were you secretly longing for more even then?
Years have passed
Many more touches have been exchanged
And not just on the finger and thumb…
I desire you
You desire me
Yet only our Father knows
When that sacred gift exchange will take place
All I know is that it will, for that is my hope—
Not a wish, then blow out the candles
But a hope—
An earnest desire with the expectation that it will come to pass
In God’s way
In God’s plan
In God’s time
For this I wait
*sola = Spanish for “alone”
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