where does your heart beat?

Where are you my prince... my brother.... my love?

I watch movies and read books and see love blossom as the rose.

When will ours do the same?

Sometimes I feel close to you,
like I've never been truly separated from you....

and although I know that this is enough for now...

I still wish....

wish for the future to be...

magical as it is....

that I will feel as glorious as I feel....

when I look up at the sky and all around me and feel the glory of My God and know...

know

know that there is more to this life.

that there is a future where i am with you....

and the world is perfect in its glory...

And I have come home to my Father with my hand in yours...



Where are you my prince?

where does your heart beat?

do you know of your lineage, yet?

do you know the glory and strength of your heart?

do you know the power of the priesthood within you?

do you feel the greatness within you?


Where are you my brother?

where does your heart beat?

do you feel, as I feel, the closeness of our spirits?

is what I feel just wishful, naive thinking?

do I hope greater than what I will receive?

do you feel the connection that I feel?


Where are you my love?

Where does your heart beat?

do you feel what I feel?

do you see what I see?

do you understand the ache I feel for you?

do you ache for me, too?



I ache for you.
There is a place under my ribs.
In my chest.
In my heart of hearts.
Does it beat when you are so far away?
How can it beat, for even now, you are far away?
And though I know that I am complete all on my own
as a woman
as a girl
as simply,
Elisabeth
this is who I am.

But this is not enough.
I am myself.
I am true and sure and strong.
But it is not enough.

Not enough to simply look in the mirror every day.
Not enough when my heart aches as it does.
Who are you?
What is your name?
What do you call yourself in your heart of hearts?

I ache to do the Lord's will.
To marry and bare children.
To raise them true and strong.
To help others with my pottery and my photography and my music and my words.

But the last things are easy enough.
I have been able to do them all.

But it is not enough.
The former things that I ache to do...
I want to do them.
I want to prepare and become worthy of such blessings.

Where are you?
Where does your heart beat?
Where does your soul reside?

Do you look out into the darkness late at night and think of me?