The Walk I’m listening to the sounds of gravel crunching under rubber soles that are slightly brushing the surface of the worn neighborhood road with red bricks of yesteryear poking through. I can hear the wind rustling through the autumn leaves of burnt orange and golden hues mixing with the fading green that fights to stay alive on the leaves above us and below our feet. His hand grasping mine, fingers intertwined as with our hearts. I can feel his fingers gently caressing my own, keeping in rhythm with our feet that are also in step. We aren’t talking to each other out loud, but our thoughts are together, saying the same things, communicating, solving problems and whispering words of love and appreciation through our hands that are speaking to each other. I hear him breathing with every step, I look up from my thoughts of family life and glance his way. He is smiling deep in his own memories and present thoughts. We walk. I can’t count how many sunset paths we have taken down these roads together. Our walks keep us in step with each other, solving family fights, discussing frightening world events, problem solving, but most of all to speak the silent language of a Godly marriage. Tonight on this walk, no words are spoken. Our minds are focused on the life path before us, keeping in perfect step with one another, intertwining our hearts along with the Holy 3rd strand to keep our marriage shielded from flaming arrows. Our love needs to walk in laughter, spoken words or in the quietness of small town streets. We walk together. runawaynancy.wordpress/
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 02:23:46 +0000
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