I knelt.

When, it seemed, time had nothing more to give and my heart was frazzled like a love-worn quilt. I stood defiant, no need to pray.

“I’m fine.” 

But, a yearning, deeper than the mysteries of the heart said, “Kneel, just kneel.”

Clumsily, my joints not being what they once were, I steadied myself to kneel at my bedside. For what seemed to me, without explanation, my eyes welled up like the dew that daunts the edge of a spiders web on a foggy morning.

What is this?

A pent-up, grand release, I am moved to tears, not just tears, but sobbing. What weighed so heavy? Was it not enough time, my defiance, not really needing …anything, or maybe ignoring a longing, too long.

God knew. I denied it. I nearly fought it. I was too busy, too tired, had too much to do. He won. I knelt and let go. There was nothing more for my conscious understanding, but God knew.

I knelt.


Love Me, Love Me Not  /  by A.F. Reinhart   /  acrylic on a card-stock