I'm raptured.
you fulfill
and instill
the steepest thrills
before during and after.
anticipation is most of the fun.
my deliberate move in the right direction
affords me room for nonsense.
Thank God for his capacious attitude,
his 'come one, come all' outlook,
and his legitimate open-armed reception
to the ones who will look him in the face.
For the eighth time, I say that rest is the finality of the days ahead. Within my mind's eye is a reminder of all I have seen: the promises born, those beyond measure, those seemingly aborted. Nothing is ever lost, but bound, hidden, become a mystery for all things in life are not without purpose. I am close. I harbour you, oh, Sheltered; How I have loved you. I wouldn't leave you in the storm. You find yourself therein, but I, Oh I am strong to save! Let me rapture you in love, in ardour. I haven't objectified you, but I have raised you up above the earth. Hear me: you are not subject to it. Not for a moment. You'll find you are, but come to me. I lifted Elijah, I raised Noah, I kept Enoch and I never turned from you! O, glorious son. You're beautiful. I, I cannot but wonder at the glory I have satisfied in you. You're not without, and I am within. You are not tired, you are wearing. Be refined, be remade every rest you find. Every time you wake, wake in me. O, heart, I sing you a song of the day for the sun is risen and I am new with you! Let's venture and expand. You think your days are mundane, I think they're incredible. I too, draw a deep breath of satisfaction at a job well done. I too, love your fun. I rest all through. I sleep hard and sound and wake knowing more ground is taken. I am never undone; I am with you, one. We rock out to the greatest sounds like the sea, the air, the traffic around you. I love your ears, your nose, your hands; I love your works, your sandcastles, but most, more than all others, I love your home. The small facets are fascinating, but let's take in the whole. With objectivity let's appraise where you are. I'll sound you and we can figure where to go from here. How to revamp, at no cost! No strings! You've lost nothing by doing your own thing. That's the hangup. You think you've lost resources, time, money, labor, but I tell you, it's all redeemed for you couldn't learn to hear first if you were never brought back under the wing. In understanding we build. There's nothing that cannot be undone or unworked. You are favored and I am alive! We are alight! Let's aloft! I'll fly with you. See my face. I don't abhor you. I love. Love. You are covered in love. Love, o, love. Be the loved you are. Discover the disgrace unfounded.
Because, well, Love.
Papa, I don't get ... you. How do I find you near me now? I know your spirit a bit, but how is it expanding? I fear it's repetitious. I want to be open. Yes, please.
So be open. I don't leave you and my spirit is true all the days we live.
Kay. How can I maintain openness in the midst of glory?
Face the light - it heats your face. It doesn't burn you. It encourages more turning, it encourages the life begetting within you. How do seeds grow but by turning to face the light?
I feel this, pop. I see you are honest, and that there can be joy even in the work. Please, please let this remain... I'm still begging, why am I still begging? I Am because You Are, so I'm whole. I know you, am coming to know you. I draw close to you. Here I Am.
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You were born, no you were made. Mountains of molehills, brought low, made new. I begat and I saw the beginning of you. Tailored, hand made, sewn neatly your seams are bound, and your insides are miracles. They are not a grody mess. We are all made of stars.
Stars and dreams
insider things,
the height and depth of mercies delight
the swinging glance of lightning beam
the bouncing off resounding stream
and the step into this present bright.
Soar. Tonight's the dream of lighter's flight. I try to dream, I try to fight, I desire a touch, a higher sense; begin of me and end in you. I feel the life, the pulse, the draw. I'm not for nothing. I'm not ashamed. I have chosen and I am alive. O, Father. My body reacts! What do I do?! It's so...strong?... Is it? I know you're bigger than this, and I've experienced that you're more satisfying. How does your presence become a reality? It doesn't change the fact I yearn for it; that still has room. Assuming I'm a clean slate in you, how do I move in your direction rather than toward my fellow men? Discipleship. Dedication to the higher things. How time, how resources, how am I applied? Become a recluse?
Do not give in to vain imaginings, the wandering mind.
It's rather amazing what you've made me capable of. Think of the strength there when properly applied. O, god! What capacity! I know you've found me, and you've told me I'm terrific, but I'm afraid of what the fruit of my hands will look like, and for some reason I received somewhere that I'm really incapable of producing anything. But I heard my brother tell me I can do quite anything.
I made you and you are like me. What can hold you? I HOLD YOU. I LOOSE YOU TO BE FREE TO FORM, TO UNITE, AND TO BREAK BARRIERS. I LOOSE YOUR TONGUE TO FREE THOSE IN BONDAGE. I RELEASE YOU TO UNDO THE DAMAGE CAUSED BY UNDONE.
I...That's awesome. I receive this. You really are quite fabulous. So, thank you for being faithful. Son, Father. I thank you. I will work on this...What? I do...I am this. I receive this identity in you. I write who I am.
It's a page of Light. It's a blueprint for perception, for energy, for accomplishment, for the ridiculous excellence of being alive and well in the city of Hans. I am enduring. I am fortified. I am strong, I am well stocked. I am resourced. I am you. I haven't lost anything, nor can I be stolen from. I am alive and well and I appreciate you. I live in gratitude. I live grateful for you are good, and your love endures. I say I and I mean you. I compliment my brothers and sisters. I am working and moving and with them because you have put me here for this time and place, so full of grace I walk and dance, I joy to the sound of you. Let's groove pop. I want to see your miracles. What are they? Things more mundane than I thought, not less; more common than I've been used to watching for.
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