A weekend well spent

Over the weekend I spent time with some close friends,

with late night talks over soft music playing in the background,

cooing melodious voices serenading our tired minds,

growling tummies hungry with much more than just physical food.

It was well spent with toes peeking out of mattresses,

bodies cuddled up like embryos,

words whispered, hushed laughter.

It was brimming with emotions of all sorts,

tears, yes, and angry words.

Walking along busy streets in the afternoon,

working our way through the crowd to steal the best buys,

perspiration glistening in the sun,

people clamouring for attention.

Heartache, heartbreak,

things put into perspective,

painful wake up calls,

realisations that came unfortunately too late.

I love sundays,

its the best day of the week,

its God day for me,

a weekly reminder of his mercies that are never ending.

I think about when I am going to grow out of all this,

when the excitement of turning 18 will fade,

and I become boring and mellow.

People come, people go,

but He's constant,

a steady hand,

an invisible embrace.

His love is like the wind,

you can't see it, but I feel it.

So, so, comforting,

my God is amazing.

You shine so bright its insane,

You put the sun to shame.

Supernova.

I had a good weekend,

one of the best, to say the least,

it was a weekend well spent.