Dear Hearts,
My closed eyes fill. Drops spill into the darkness. I let them.
This is no different than the belly-laugh that splits my sleep, rupturing the night with hysterical insights. The joke is unknown to me. I let it be.
I understand these outbursts belong to the Lover whose passion moves through my undefended body, especially when I am resting peacefully.
I am willing to feel His everything.
My desire has found the unity of our Presence, a matter-of-fact. I would lose a little sleep for that Holy Relationship.
As I get into bed each night, I offer Christ my mind, my heart, my body.
. . . ⁵Prayer is an offering; a giving up of yourself to be at one with Love. (ACIM, S-1.I.5:4)
Ever Love,