The First Kiss

The First Kiss

By Ravin McKelvy

The sky gave me my first kiss
An intimate wind
brushed against my lips

My first meal came
in the form of a Word
Bread dipped, dripping red
Warm and dizzying

My soul tied to One
Who saw my nakedness
Yet did not shield His eyes

I danced as the oil from my head
Trickled to my tapping toes

I fell, confused
When the season changed
The olive tree dried in the night

The putrid heat
Overwhelmed
My memory of the gentle breeze

My cold shoulder
Turns stiff
As I misremember
My true love

I didn’t know true
meant real
Or that feelings
Weren’t infinite

But here I grasp
The hem of the covenant
Hoping the threads won’t tear
As I drag behind

Knowing even if
I cannot walk, I can fall
Into the arms of my Love

Whose scarred hands
Though punctured
Are not hollow or frail

And whose communion
Is not conquered
By my mutable heart

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Ravin McKelvy
Writer & Creator of The Drawing Room

Ravin McKelvy is a copywriter at LifeWay and graduated with a degree in communications from Moody Bible Institute. She is passionate about the intersection of art and theology and sharing the daily realities of Christian living on Instagram. 

Photography by Ashley McKinney