The Struggle

   The Struggle…..

I feel Him grab the power….
       He seems to be overcome as am I, the struggle felt deep... First …flush and hot, a trembling emanates from inside of me as He speaks…  But also comes a calming, gentle caress as His words tickle my mind and heart….A mad rush has begun…..

I see the Warrior…..
         He comes to me first…  I see the fire in His eyes and the slight smile upon His lips…..  I feel Him almost at once, an ache that starts slow at first, gentle and then growing more urgent.   He carries His head high, the glow of His honor surrounding Him.  He wields His power carefully, His honor, His life, His word and promise carried with great care….He comes to protect and defend….and as he feels my need He takes for Himself the power I carry also….

He Knows…..
           He knows what my eyes show to Him….He feels what my heart needs.  The struggle deepens….   He is a man of great honor, His heart kind but strong.   He knows what I need because of that heart….   He knows….

The Master comes…..
            He has come in quietly and infiltrated my mind, going to shadowy places, in dark corners and rustling things up.  He has spurred a growth, a beginning.  The need I feel has found finally, the home it has craved.  He is all to me…  He has my trust, my devotion, my mind full of Him, and my heart aching from the caress of His promise to me…The struggle now at a standstill…  A promise made and meant to be kept…   stronger and more powerful than He knew… stronger and more powerful than We both knew…..

And now…the struggle ends as we begin…heart to heart…..