Jeremiah

I think my heart beats to the rhythm of your soul. This occurred to me on a brisk autumn day. The sun still shone but the chill of winter was approaching. The rays warmed my skin through my white cotton blouse, yet the breeze sent a bone-chilling frost to the tips of my fingers. I pressed my hand to my chest to warm it—and that’s when I felt it. A rhythm so distinct yet so unfamiliar it could not belong to me. The steady beat reminded me of a bass drum, deep and full of warmth. I listened to it for a minute—a minute that could have lasted a lifetime—and instinctively it came to me: This is Jeremiah. If ever there was a sound that could encompass all you are to me, this was it. My hand was warm now but I left it lingering on my breast. The sound, the beat, the feeling—it all reminded me of you. Then I finally came to a realization. The rhythm was not just you but you within my heart. It was us. My heart and your soul in a rhythmic dance, mingling and swaying and stepping together. Not two separate entities, but one cohesive entanglement of heart and soul, bound together by love.