I Experience Great Ecstasies

I experience great ecstasies.  My lover and I walked across Henley Street Bridge in Knoxville last night.  The Great Tennessee flowed below sparkling from the city lights.  We were arm and arm, old lovers helping each other.  Great desires are gathered to us in times like these.  All the world is right.  It is what clarifies tragedies, knowing often ecstasies.  She sleeps now, my lover.  Dawn has just outlined the mountains beyond separating the river and sky as sure as Genesis did.  Solitude is a gift we give ourself.  It is where we can hear His Still Small Voice, it aligns all things in us to Him.  Stillness is where our hearts know the great wonders, created solely for me, one human, to know, Him Who Knows No Bounds.  My lover sleeping encourages me.  She is never more mine than when she soundly sleeps near my wandering heart.  I experience great ecstasies.