Pursued
I wander, restless from chasing for petty things yet He pulls me in as if proving that gravity is His masterpiece. He is the wings that make me fly. He is the palm reaching out when I fall. The palm that is scarred by my name. I crumble in amazement at how His word softens the shards under my rib cage. And how, every prayer seem to light me up inside.
He immerses me with Love that feels more than a fantasy has come to life. Like my favorite book isn’t just spilled ink powered by imagination. I blush whenever He arrives like a Knight, strong and mighty but still such a gentleman, rescuing me from the ghosts lurking amidst my idleness.
I ran away, thinking of my unworthiness. But He reassures me that no amount of imperfection could separate me from His perfect love. No place is too far from His reach. There is no darkness He can’t set alight. I am fickle but His love is unchanging. Relentless, like the Great Pursuer that he has always been and always will be.