I Saw Him
I saw him standing there, and he saw me.
Majestic and strong, in all his glory.
Peeking from behind the woods, me in awe.
His eyes of steel, his spirit in the raw.
Within him my soul, beautiful and free.
And all that he is, is all that is me.
Reflecting mirror in the midday sun;
a moment in time, when we were as one.
And for that moment it was understood --
the “me”, the “him” and the God that is good.
Bridgette Rodriguez
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