Beloved I am here.
I am wiped out as mush, limp and soaked by
Your Whispers that
Revisit throughout my sleep and wake.
I cannot stop such Fervor. My throat fills with sweet weeping it has seized from Extreme Saturation of Your Affection Pouring Expeditiously upon my soul. Astonished and sitting as a pupil at Your Feet, You take the weakness of my thoughts as a means to transport Your Sacred Gift of Love to Move me Close to the Sweet Spirit of You, the I Am; so Inviting.
Ever in Pursuit
to Catch each of my roaming concepts
or a theory I might follow,
to Escort its folly back to Your Truth instead.
Oh Beloved, I admit defeat to any desire for another.
I yield to this Rage of Love; Outrageous Harmonious Connection that Bonds its Friendship to involve a Union with Pure Unheard Connotations from the Height of Holiness to the center of my heart.
Love Sings its Infatuation
towards me in a Language
Created by the Creator of Love It Self.
Angels joining the sounds of rejoicing from the soon spotless bride as songs play in the atmosphere like sparkles of color catching the light of the sun, causing the skies to be filled with Hue of Delight. Hymns of Miracles become the praise heard as Astounding Phenomenon is the Voice of His bride.
Persistent relentless devotion is carried from the Secret Place to the Gaze of the Son of Man the Father sent to Move me toward Him. Ceaseless Commitment from the Sweet Existence and Energy of Jesus, my Tireless Friend, to Envelop every breath I breathe; Formulating His Seal upon me as His eternal Reward, His Gift of Love to me.
I am taken aback
as I ponder such Profound Love,
for I can only learn
from accepting
this Affection from its Creator
as I fumble about to understand.
For how can I say I love except to say I will take the Challenge to be as I see and find?
How can I wrap my thoughts around anything but what I have been Given?
This Love so Infinite, so Immeasurable as its Boundless limitation extends to the Never-ending.
I know only
to take the tiny I can see
and return it
to Him who Created and is Love,
as often as I become Capable by Him.
As words slip out like the waters of Niagara,
it is my heart that He Holds and Bids His Prize.
So I allow my heart to wonder about in the Amusements of His Love so that it gathers all the Variety of the Beauty He is. It is There the core of my being has Perfect Light and I live as His Favorite and Learn.
His Fire Sets a Flame upon all my thoughts to be brave, to take all my fragile plots to His Character for Restoration and Healing.
Oh how I hold on to this Place,
desiring this daily Walk in the Garden of His Love.
For words my appear to repeat and sound familiar, but nothing is familiar of His Love – for He is Fresh and New each morning as I place my heart to the attention of
His
Whispers
that Revisit throughout
my sleep and wake.
Daniel 2:19 (MSG)
[ Dream Interpretation: A Story of Five Kingdoms ] That night the answer to the mystery was given to Daniel in a vision. Daniel blessed the God of heaven, saying, "Blessed be the name of God, forever and ever. He knows all, does all: He changes the seasons and guides history, He raises up kings and also brings them down, he provides both intelligence and discernment, He opens up the depths, tells secrets, sees in the dark—light spills out of him! God of all my ancestors, all thanks! all praise! You made me wise and strong. And now you've shown us what we asked for. You've solved the king's mystery."
