The strange looks of worship
as a heart goes to the acceptance
of
something so real
filling the soul.
I've seen it often,
this look of waiting,
as if to freeze from normal life
for the
full effect.
Like the stop
of all
intended directions
the mind was on,
when someone passes
and has a brief moment
they insist on giving a neck rub.
The
body, mind, and soul
are owned by its gift
of such great feelings.
Worship,
twinkling into the air,
as your
heart gathers enough information
that it is convinced God is good.
Finding a new courage
to entertain such a
miraculous moment,
your senses become stained
with the word of such
beauty.
And out comes the ‘look’
of what
is going on
in the inside of the rest of your life.
An arm might go up,
eyes may close,
chin
could rise
as if to make sure the full face
gets all covered in this
moment.
A clap may explode,
followed by
the jump
that is guided by
the time after time experience
allowed for such an outburst.
Or possibly the stillness,
so welcome in our exhausting
busy world,
holds your attention
and you breathe.
But always,
with all the moves of such a
treasure,
a time where the heart has been
so connected to the greatness of God,
a dance begins.
The dance of words
from
your mouth,
hang on different attitudes.
The dance of actions
make others want to know
how life has been so good
to you.
The strange look of worship,
as
Holy becomes our confession,
known because we find ourselves
in such need of
His.
Humbled as the ‘no matter what’
only applies to Him
even though we tried to get everyone else
to be this for
us.
Worship from an empty-handed heart
but discovering it is the timeless jewel
He was wanting.
The phrase
beauty on the inside
begins its dance
within
and we find His Holy Spirit
feels like fluttering butterflies
as we become
His temple.
The strange looks of worship,
upon our face,
and we dance.
