A Wrinkle in Time

It was a simple moment in time,
soft and unexpected,
like a wrinkle in time
folding truth
into the warmth
of the elements.

One could call it synchronicity.
One could call it serendipity.

Either way,
something transpired
That felt too honest
to be dismissed.

It was cause and effect,
but with grace.

A quiet harmony
moving through the soul
like wind
over still water.

There is something sweeter
about what arrives organically.

No forcing.
And not trying to convince the heart
of what it already knows.

The thirst found its answer
near the shore
of the path least resisted,
and somehow,
What was not planned
became beautifully precise.

The plausibility of chance
can only become sacred
When two hearts
are receptive enough
to recognize it,
adaptive enough
to honor it,
and brave enough
to let the exchange
Be real.

Just as a first glance
can become a doorway,
They took a chance.

And so here we are,
at the center of it all,
connected
by nature,
by nurture,
by timing,
by something tender
that knew how to arrive
without asking permission.

So let us continue
on this path,
not loudly,
not hurried,
but close enough
to hear what the heart
does not say first.

Like birds flying over the sea,
let us move
with consistency,
intention,
and grace.

Let us be gentle
with what is growing here.

Let us give it room
to breathe,
to unfold,
to become honest
in its own time.

Let my hand
Find the quiet language
of yours.

Let tenderness
rest between us
like sunlight
on open water.

And if this is love
finding its way home,
Then may we meet it
with open hands,
soft eyes,
and the quiet courage
to let something organic
become beautifully real—

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