Nobody Attitude

Oh True One, One of Simple Love 

that carries the whole of creation.  

My many words 

take a back seat 

to my heart that speaks 

with a single attraction 

to You.  

For I do not want 

to just speak of You 

but I want to 

feel You move, 

I want to feel Your power 

that shifts me 

and takes me 

from earth to Glory.  

Full emotions of life 

like a text to a son… 

carrying my thoughts 

to hug him with extreme emotions, 

attempting to convey 

what is squirming so passionate within.  

This sunshine that consumes me, 

this mama love; 

Oh God, 

I yearn 

to hear the same from You. 

Love from a Perfect Father 

which has eyes for me.  

My God, 

the only Absolute, 

who is Holy, 

moving His Spirit to find me 

in only weakness, 

lifts my head to cause me to know 

my face is upon Your Heart.  

My body wants to crumble 

under such love, 

crawl under something, 

as my eyes drop.  

But You pick me up 

so gently under my arms 

so that I am 

unable 

to resist, 

and sit me on Your Lap.  

You hold me and smile 

as I embarrassing accept unmerited favor.  

Eyes now staring 

and a smile across Your Face, 

You wait for me 

to tell You my story today.  

Listening so intently, 

as if You have nothing else to do.  

Difficult to believe 

You have such an attention 

to my silliness, 

I cannot but smile back.  

But then it hits 

and I am changed from 

rags to riches and 

I 

begin 

to 

giggle.  

Somehow I was 

wearing clothes of a beggar 

and within a twinkle 

I look about me 

and I am draped 

with the apparel of a princess.  

The music in my heart 

changes and now I hear 

the Waltz of Your Heart Beat 

and it seems to sing 

its Love Song for me.  

Closest as I dare to know, 

I lay my cheek against You 

as I hug this moment.  

Oh it is Rich. 

Love that has substance now, 

melts upon me as if it is oil.  

So warm is this oil 

that flows so slowly.  

Like a walk in a misting rain, 

I raise my head 

to feel it with all that I am.  

For now it seems 

to be the total of my atmosphere, 

inside and out.  

I hear You say… 

“Go Play, sweetheart.”  

"REALLY? “

"Oh yes, 

for my Love Covers you.”  

I look about me 

and see such Beauty.  

Again with such question, 

for it is not easy 

to dare think so much is for me.  

I speak… 

"REALLY?"  

He looks deep within my heart’s eyes 

and says again 

with the Whisper of His Heart, 

“I am there, everywhere.” 

The Potter has looked upon His work 

and is satisfied.  

I expand my heart 

as I release the tears that burst.  

I allow the pain of my 

“nobody” attitude 

to run away

as tears come.  

For I realize the ONLY thing 

that has kept me 

from Knowledge of His Love so ready, 

is when I have allowed 

such a message 

have its toil upon my being.  

His chase for my heart wins, 

as I surrender in my words 

“I’m Yours.”   

Not as one might think 

of how that requires, 

but as a Knowledge 

of a claim from a maker.  

Arguing that a maker 

did not design and make, 

only prolongs the clay 

from enjoying who made it; 

nothing to do with fact of creation.  

So I lose my argue, 

I rejoice that I was made… 

made from One 

that knew His Plan and Purpose 

from His Beginning and End.  

His Glory will fill the earth 

as His Love is planted 

in the hearts of His creation.  

We are in His Hands.

I Let Go Of A Tear

Today I’ve felt a little miss placed.  

Stopping to hear things not spoken, 

I search the Place of intimacy 

where God dwells 

and has promised to never leave.  

Finding Him waiting... 

I let go of a tear 

Permission is asked

to call all those other tears I stopped.  

Should I surrender?  

If I surrender, 

why and what will they be saying?  

Will they tell me I am sad?  

Are they bursting 

because I have arrived 

at the accumulation of such abundance?  

I know not, 

so I award this miss placed sensitivity 

to eloquence of His Love 

to release what incarcerates acts of freedom, 

simply by my presentation to come.  

Springing up 

He lifts His Eyes 

to pierce through mine 

as He locks in

now that I have approached.   

Turning with the sound of a crackling, 

I begin to wonder…. 

Did I hear something?  

Did He speak?  

A smile begins to shine.  

Not a large laugh, 

nor a giggle of sound, 

but the beginnings of the curl of a smile.  

I soar with excitement!  

As if I found the ultimate jewel 

of great treasure, 

I am dropping duties and worries; 

and like a child 

I carelessly run to jump 

into the ocean of surprises 

from Him awaiting me.  

For the curl of His smile 

means passion and exotic delights 

that are the center of all source of pleasure!   

It is as if I found 

the door to heaven’s throne 

and as I turn the knob, 

I will be met 

with thousands of saints and angels 

who have treasured my decision to join this song.  

The smile that has exposed His Heart 

slowly tilts His Head 

and the hum of Peace 

takes on a note as it hovers about me.  

I climb upon its wave 

and lie still.  

It folds His kindness closely, 

so close that it is all I now am.  

Resting in the single tone 

of what strength it brings, 

I wait for the stairway to its next choice.  

Taking a deep breath, 

almost like I had forgotten to breathe 

prior to this visit, 

I am filled with its Color 

that will change the countenance 

I was wearing.   

Oh to stay 

and give the Great Physician 

my name and take His.  

I simply let go of a tear.

The Essence Moved

Take me, 

whispering Help, 

solid Song that weighs its tunes 

according to my best.  

Make sacred the attempts I compose 

to put forward this heart of mine 

so exhausted under its own endeavor to repair, 

resolve, or manage its collapsed melody’s 

to tweak my days for good.  

I keep returning to Your love 

that never fails, 

but remains in operation 

for that hope to set in me 

a ceasing to be afraid.  

When all fear is gone, 

Love has taken over 

and a walk becomes a run of celebration.   

Heaven joins my focus 

to take it to a realm of Pure 

as it drowns out 

the work so weak that I built 

to climb a false idol.  

I become saturated 

in simple activity 

that swirls about me; 

activity that expands 

as I see 

all eyes upon a King of Glory.  

All body, soul, and mind,

 finds itself alive 

in the radiance of this heat.  

The visual goes beyond 

what the eyes see 

and into what the mind now knows.  

I must bathe myself 

in this moment, 

that I become clean from its truth.  

I must engulf 

this terribly beautiful death 

I now see on my behalf 

and give my own thoughts 

to its consuming purpose 

for me and my own.  

Like the reflection on a still river, 

to see my own life reflected from His.  

As I join this cloud of chariots 

that storms strength 

- this picture unfolding 

through His cross multiplies 

as I watch it tumble 

from heaven to earth’s souls 

it was made for.  

From a Throne of Fire, 

the Essence moved 

to concentrate and shut down 

the delusion of false idols.  

Fury burned of Love’s Center 

and the core of its control 

sent out Pureness 

to release its array.  

Displayed for all heaven and earth 

and that beneath 

was Obedience.  

Seen and unseen 

heard as creation stands 

to applaud, 

for nothing has right to not know.  

Deception is put to shame 

as Truth 

of the Crowned King of kings rules.  

Clarity of His Passion 

appears and I honor.  

My words are made sacred 

as they are used 

to make ornaments 

to adorn the Crowned King.  

As I declare what was done, 

what He did, 

I hold Love. 

His Love cast out all fear 

and I am free 

to roam His Kingdom.  

Oh whispering Help, 

solid Song that weights its tunes 

according to my best, 

I embellish Your exaggerated Love 

as it enlarges this heart of mine.  

Your Kingdom come, 

Your Will be done, 

in earth as it is in heaven 

for me and mine

as Your Essence moves.

Your Love Chamber

I trip over my own feet Lord, 

as I draw near to You.  

You don’t seem to mind 

that I haven’t a clue 

to Your thoughts for the moment 

but take pleasure that I've come to hear.  

I sit here to wait in such anticipation.  

What will You tell me?  

Where will You carry my thoughts off to?  

You change often 

even the topic I might like to hold 

by just smiling at me 

rather than frowning over my inconsistent visits.  

I only have my heart to give, 

for that You gave me rights to

 - 

after You covered it with Your existence.  

It’s not like I can create something new 

to amaze You, 

there is nothing new under the sun.  

I cannot wrap up the ocean 

for the placing of a new destiny, 

or pick out freshly made stars 

to stir into Your sight.  

All has Your Name upon its beauty.  

I am almost non existing 

in retrospect to all Your making, 

and yet I am singled out 

in Your Love Chamber 

to be invited to Arms that hold the world.  

Moved from the capacity I hold 

to the Capacity You hold, 

I expand to experience the unspeakable.  

Sights and sounds take form 

like bubbles of delight 

and I fade from one world to reality.  

Swiftly, movement of preparation 

blows across me like a wind.  

A gathering of hearers 

unseen 

bleed into view 

as an angelic sound rings to make the call.  

The Spirit that roams the earth 

to assemble emotions 

so strong it forms groans of beauty 

toward His Throne, 

makes its harvest to the Worthy One.  

Pieces of soul and mind, 

pieces of true hearts, 

pieces tested to abandon this world’s promised life 

for the abounding walk, 

speak.  

And its sound 

fills the heavens 

as those gathered agree.  

You are, 

You are Lord, 

You are.  

Forever I shake with this fever 

that has set me within a gracious Kingdom.  

I watch deeply, 

compassion that slowly seeks its hope 

to settle forever within my discerning; 

making familiar markers 

for me to always have a path to its flurry.  

Erupting repeatedly splattered Love portions 

that perforate timid souls 

to burst forth valiant saints of courage.  

Singled out in Your Love Chamber 

yet joined to the chorus 

that donates the only thing 

they have rights to

 – 

I give my heart with gladness.  

I am intoxicated with Your passion.

Where will You carry my thoughts off to?

Of course...

To Your Love Chamber