Destiny in a Poem

These fingers are brushing the surface of an unexpected yet destined gift...

 I used to think I couldn't see it, but now, I realize, I choose to close my eyes and trust you to guide me into this surprise. The milky sleek surface tells me it is delicate; precious; mysterious. Your hands are gentle, yet worn, on my hands as we mold this Heavenly satin into an Earthly reality. The gift is manifesting in front of me; in my hands; with my eyes closed.

 Perhaps, they shall remain closed. I am uncertain of that. But I know we are making something beautiful and powerful that will fall and blanket an entire room with Your Presence; with Your Grace; Your Finger Print; The Heart of God as a Father and Creator. As Sovereign.