Dancing with my heart, my words, my song, and my love, before my God…

But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who
LOVE YOUR NAME may rejoice in you. Psalms 5:11

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

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 
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 

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.”  


"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… 

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.

Friday, July 20, 2012

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.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

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.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

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 
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, 

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