Valentine

He is not limited to a handful of flowers;

Like His love to my soul, they flood the floor of the earth

And weave their roots into its heart.

He gives no bouquet because His hand

does not pull anything from its source of life; 
for He is the Giver of Life.

There are no chocolates sitting on my step today;

But there are innumerable flavors to taste and discover

That He has created to reach

the taste buds that He

designed for my delight.

His art contains dimensions and variations of color

That could never be captured on a canvas,
just infinite radiance absorbed into the sky.

The jewels He has adorned me with

Cannot be seen with the physical eye;

They serve to give me beauty that I

could never have attained myself;

Righteousness, purity, justification,

Faith, peace, and reconciliation.

The letter of His love is as timeless as He

And is sealed with the blood that forever seals me.

No candle-lit dinner compares

To the star-speckled expanse which suspends above me.

It is the quiet peace in my soul that I unwrap

As His arms wrap around me.

In His gaze, my soul rouses to wake

And I capture the grandeur of the sum of every dream

Ever woven into my heart.

No Hallmark words,

Or  frail human promise,

No word that can be broken,

Or hand that can perish…

Just forever

With my Valentine.