What I wanted

… he gave me what I wanted, just exactly how I wanted it, raw and undiluted. He placed it right in front of me and walked away. I looked at the plate and I cried! How could he have known what I wanted? How could he understand the deep unspoken, unexplainable cry of my heart? How could he? I didn’t tell him, I didn’t even have the words to explain or describe it to him. How did he know?

I called him and ask ‘why did you do that?’ Do what? he asked? Why did you give me that plate? “I don’t know” he said. I just did what came to me to do. And then he said the word. “It is divine!”. It’s got to be divine, for only the Divine One could have known, He alone could have worked through the hands and mind of another. He alone could have presented it the way I wanted it. He alone could have been so precise. He alone could have cared so much. He alone could have given what my soul cried for. Only He and He alone could have done it.