Blemishes.

Closed eye she lied on the grass, in the mountains.
The wind blew by, and the shrubs danced to the wind.
The clutter of the birds on the trees shattered the silence away.
The specks of sunlight cracked open the darkness.

The heartbeat of the mountain seeped within her heart,
and let open all the closed doors.
She smiled at the rush of blood across her veins.

Goosebumps across her skin made her feel alive again.
She rested with her pillow on the palms of Him.
He had kept his promise of bringing her within his safe confines.

Here she was, closed eye, yet seeing the world with eyes wide open.
She thanked him for every portion of it,
every sip of love,
every drop of pain,
every crease of terror,
every shade of peace.
 Every inch of something, was now worth everything.
Here he was, having taught her what she needed,
laying her in his palms, giving her the one thing she always craved for, Himself.

P.S.
I don't like to call him God, I know he knows.