sacred

Gazing, as we do, I was completely caught. There was a simple knowing about her; an unbridled serenity that filled one with a sense of distraction and escape. The dream catcher decorations that she chose to adorn herself with were never so perfectly placed...

So beautiful.

And to think that she stood still for me to watch. The smile saved, but only just, was approaching her lips. There is a moment when all beautiful things transform their way into the real world and either excel into something sacred or fall away into nothing.

Never before had I been so enchanted to believe that God's own hands were still at work in this world. Never before had I been so willing to accept that love was real and it was searchable.

And that...that is sacred.