Three friends

I sit and tell secrets to both of you.  Details I haven't revealed to a soul. 

I am propelled to let the words slip out by a mysterious force. God.

He is here: I know.
I can distinguish His holy presence in our exchange.

From deep within me, where only thoughts exist, words rise to the surface of my lips.  They lay stacked in rows of neat sentences.  It's conversation filled with a deep, rich, and meaningful language.

Acceptance. 
I feel it wash over me with a wave that catches my breath.
Thank you Lord.