First Love

I'm praying for you tonight.

You don't know me,

and I don't know you,

but somehow, we are both known.

In the soft dark,

my thoughts flex their wings

and soar on currents

blowing to you.

Your greatest joy,

your worst failure,

floating on

the winds of

celestial air.

I lift them both

up to the windows

of the One who knows,

who knows you,

who knows me,

and trust

that one day,

we will meet,

that He guards

your heart,

your mind,

your love,

for Himself,

until the day

when we are equal

in our love

for One

so much greater,

until the day

when we will meet

and strive together

for our first love.