Valentine

To lay in the feathers of His sleet and silver wings

No eternal death in the shadows, but spiritual repose 

Within sound, melodical, white noise

Wrapped in a warmth as cool as linen sheets and satin robes.

There, safely and completely, weightlessly carried

No longer in the begetting of confusion, uncertainty - of betting on a toss of the dice, 

but of a slow, methodical reasoning 

The crossing of boundaries

across time and space in the relentless love of Christ.