Fire and Water

In the midst of a flame, all things become light.
Amazing, how the oppressive becomes a revolution.
The shadows are seen from the other side
And the grains are sifted into something productive.

Light, life, words are lifted. No more heaviness, dullness of tone and sound
Bright, flickering, timelessness
Explosions of truth in the midst of a drought
There is bread in the house of the Lord and
Freedom to
Release

Let it all out
Whatever comes
Wherever

It may make sense
That's not important

It might rhyme
(but usually doesn't)

Let it out!
The point is not the production, but what is produced
The point is not this gift (!!)
The point is not what I can create and give and see done
The point is what is done in the doing

In my heart
With my Father
My Husband
Who draws near

Nothing here is hidden to Him.
I have no desire to hide it.
He is not who I thought He was and I
Will Let go of
That
Idol.

To all who hear, hear me now:
No idol will stand in this temple.
These words have absolute power
They come from the origin of all life
And He will go through His enemies like a flame.

This is super super excellent.
"He is not who I thought he was..." <3. and "To all who hear, hear me now:/ No idol will stand in this temple."
I'm finding a new everything of who He is. Not just in name or image, but heart, word, work, and deed, where refinement sounds different than it did, and change is actually liberating. I can say the things in me and not be ashamed, then look at them and either keep or discard them. I couldn't open my mouth before; now the fire bursts up and out. Strangers bear witness to something inside me, and now it's not due to effort. I ride the wave.
"How do you think you could stop that?"