Agape
This is an arrival.
The kind of knowing that feels ancient,
like our spirits shook hands
before our mouths ever learned each other’s names.
We laugh...
not the polite kind,
but the soul-loosening, tear-in-the-eye,
bend-at-the-waist laughter
that reminds me joy is holy work.
With you, silence doesn’t feel empty.
It feels listened to.
Like God is sitting between us,
nodding.
Our conversations don’t skim the surface...
we dive.
Into purpose.
Into pain.
Into prayer.
We speak truth without bruising each other,
hold mirrors instead of stones,
correct with compassion,
and love with intention.
That’s agape.
Love that doesn’t keep score.
Love that stays...
Love. that. says,
“I see you fully...I do.
and I’m not afraid.”
You honor my becoming.
You respect my boundaries like sacred ground.
You celebrate my light without trying to borrow it.
And in your faith
your devotion,
your way of loving God out loud from your soul...
I am reminded that belief can be gentle,
that reverence can laugh,
that holiness can feel like home.
I am grateful
not casually,
but deeply.
Grateful in the way you thank rain
after a long drought.
Grateful in the way you whisper instead of shout.
Your existence is a blessing in my life.
Your friendship is a gift I do not take lightly.
Your love...rooted in God... Saturates the spaces we hold
has stretched me closer to my own.
So this is me saying thank you.
For choosing me.
For walking with me.
For loving with intention.
May our friendship continue to be a sanctuary...
where laughter heals,
respect anchors,
and God is always welcome.
Where Love prevails
Above all else.
Asé
For Ryan
By N'gamé 🦋
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