Sensate.

If I had not senses perhaps I would not know what it is to be present.

If I could not touch you and feel your touch how would I know of your warmth?

If I could not hear even your faintest whisper how would I know of your thoughts?

If I could not see your reaction to my movement how would I know if I pleased you?

If I could not take in your full scent how would I be able to understand your history?

And if I could not taste your fruit how would I know the depths of who you are?

I sense a situation brewing.  I seem to be moving into unmarked territory.

I perceive a hesitation of delivery.  I believe I have delayed my own arrival.

But beyond these senses lie the element of surprise… I am awaited.

*photo by Julia Kate

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  1. “I believe I have delayed my own arrival.” That sets well with me. Beautiful piece.

      • JuliaKate
      • March 8th, 2011

      thank you Cole. there is grace even in our delay… thank God;)

  2. Beautiful

      • JuliaKate
      • March 8th, 2011

      thank you friend:)

    • Natalie
    • March 8th, 2011

    Love that…”I am awaited.” By who, what, where? Sweet anticipation.

      • JuliaKate
      • March 8th, 2011

      exactly… and look, doesn’t the woman in the picture appear to be soaking it all in and so ready to move forward? 😉

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