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.
