To my Mission brothers and sisters.

I can feel the pulse of Heaven

whenever you are near.

A slow, calm beat in rhythm with my heart.

Feet floating slightly off the ground

as upon the very breath of God.

Your words soothing and true, effortless and joyful.

Your eyes give away your love,

all darkness removed,

I can see within them, an embrace, strong and honest.

Time doesn't exist to you,

but eternity holds your heart,

and clings like a child to it's mother, unknowing of anything else.

The gift you have given me

can hold no bow,

nor be confined in a box.

It flourishes in my soul

like a jungle flower,

stretching desperately towards the light.

You are part of that light,

because of you, I have grown and become stronger.

Because of you, I am beautiful.