Dreaming I See God

Poppa, dreams are so fascinating; a place where freedom seems to have complete reign.  Even if it is a fall, there is the amazing freedom that allows it and safety is still mine.  

I love when this happens during the day, as well, and I allow myself to go into this place where I can play like a child with Spirit who gives all my notions a time with this untamed, uninterrupted by another’s law of yeah or nay’s.  

I find myself before Your throne made of brilliance, as the light of piercing warmth rushes through me with such lightning speed, I become transparent.  I have no need for the walls of a body, for I am without shame or contain anything to hide.   

My voice has a sound I would imagine an angel might have as what overwhelms me carries me to mirror back to You such an array of colors that are created when my voice blends with this heavenly realm.  

My move becomes a sound of itself as I dance to tell of story after story of Your work that has gifted my life as I have known it.  Between each of my steps is millions of moving praise, as all thoughts turn with electrifying charges to choreograph far ahead of my minds comprehension, far into eternity the non-stop worship of this single dance spoken of love that spends all it’s got for me.  

To my side is the mass of pardon, coming at me with its delicious smells and flavors.  

Sharing glimpses of my Lord so righteous, each look takes me deep into new glories built for the adventure of love’s pleasures.  

Above me I feel with senses I have never known to dream of or wish for; eyes that cannon get enough of me and I vow to return the promise I will not take my eyes from His Face.  

Pureness melts our hearts together where you cannot distinguish one heart from the others; a oneness blows about in a floating peace that has removed a knowledge of anywhere ever but here.  

Weeping escapes us as kindness sings its excitement I am here.  

Your throne owns my breath and spends it with wise placing in a journey to fascinate even the feelings in my toes.  

I press the air and a purple royalty of sparkles explode to lead my eyes to have words of honor to express this playground, Your heavens, Your kingdom, my life in Yours. 

The day that once ended has no more orders, for there is no stop.  

Whispers are not needed, for love has only flamboyancy that over decorates, over saturates; thunderous with passage into the core of its target. 

I see with eyes that do not have a direction to focus only, but with eyes that have knowledge to be aware of who is before me.  

I see God.