Addict of Yeshua

It began with a single whisper,

Spoken so seductively and pure,

It bedazzled this poet’s eternal soul.

It progressed with a tender touch,

Offered so thoughtfully it made me stutter,

Its gentleness something I was unaccustomed to.

Then it turned to an embrace overshadowed by awe—

When home hugs your being and you know,

Nothing will ever taste as sweet

As that afternoon glow in Your arms.

Soon it was Us holding hands as we laughed.

We were crazy, You and I, burning in youth so bright.

You kept me through that as well, through the dark nights.

We stayed out all night back then, huh Yeshua?

You never lost me or left—You simply protected.

Even when I was undone, You pulled me back together.

You had me at hello, Beloved, and even now

I live suspended in Your arms from moment to moment,

Cherishing the not-touch of Your caress upon my smooth cheek.

Even now, near two score and five years on,

You hedge me in, walking beside the road, protecting me

From the oncoming traffic of life and its uncertainties.

You reared me as a Father with His cherished child,

As a Protector with His ward safe and secure,

And now as Lover to my soul, seducing me with undiluted love.

Now I see how You made it to be, Beloved—

Why the prophets of old called You the All in All.

Even as just a babe in Your timelessness,

I recognized You by Your voice.

Now I am a fool for You, drunk upon the love You lavish,

Craving You more than any addictive drug could compare,

Needing my fix so badly I am forced to pray constantly,

Just to scratch the holy itch.

I am addicted to You, Beloved.

I would have it no other way.

Give me my daily fix.

Amen — Dust, the Addict of Yeshua