I awoke this morning to a knock on the door, a hello from a stranger wishing me goodmorning, and a smiling face.
A face that looked so familiar, so beautiful, and so royal.
This person looked like me
As though I was staring at my own face in this other person.
I reached out to touch this strangers face and instead was welcomed into an embrace
As we hugged I felt complete, like what I had been searching for all my life was in that one embrace obtained.
My heart was overflowing and all my brokenness felt whole
I took his hands and looked and held those palms
Palms that were tainted and broken
Hands that were filled to the brim, yet still he reached to take more from me
I looked up to his face knowing I had no reason to be scared and invited him in with a gentle kiss of his palms
Ones that had experienced so much pain
Pain that I could never know
Hands that held me now, held me then, held my everything
He smiled at me and told me I was loved
I was forgiven
And that he would always be there to pick up my pieces when I fell apart
I had never been so happy to wake up
He promised me while he sat in my living room as I read a book he recommended and sipped on my morning coffee
That I would wake up this way every single morning for the rest of my life
If only I desired to open the door to this stranger every day
And the best part, he stayed with me all day.
Tomorrow morning, I will open my door again.