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

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Ready To Be Squeezed

When a wind comes through, 
I look up 
as if I will see 
from where it came from. 

Silly me!  

You can’t see the wind, 
only watch what it touches.  

Oh Poppa, 
when Your Spirit breezes through, 
I marvel at watching 
what it does to me, 
how it touches me.  

What tunes, 
what notes sound 
as this Sweet Wind blows about, 
to cause music 
to come forth from me 
like I was created to be.  

Playing me 
like I was of 
Your most prized instrument.  

My thoughts explore 
the whole experience 
with force to gather 
this harvest of emotions 
like a dry sponge 
absorbs every drop of moisture 
it can hold.  

Ready to be squeezed 
here and there 
so what I gathered 
can be enjoyed 
all about my travels.   

Waiting, watching, 
holding on as long as I can; 
often freezing in a stand-still 
so all remains within. 

Swinging back 
to its beginning 
so a rehearsal can pick up 
any that might have been missed 
the first time.  

Not one swish of this Wind 
has no meaning.  

As I stay in these hurricanes 
or slight touch 
of hearing the Wind, 
I hum my life to You 
as the melody 
of this memorable moment.  

For I listen 
to the high and low 
of such power 
and with surrendering of my will, 
I see my life 
as Your song.  

The sweet rest 
that calms my weary soul 
gives understanding 
the song is singing 
with victory of love about me. 

New appetites 
beyond my previous knowledge 
are now both developing 
and being satisfied.  

With the pitch Your Spirit 
created among Your beloved, 
I lift my own 
to blend in harmony 
the New Song that is awakened.

Standing In The Flame

The gap gets wide, 
the one between flesh 
and surrendered heart, 
at times. 

The heart keeps exploding 
with desires 
and such contentment. 

Standing in the flame 
that has me captivated with trust, 
I am in divine safety.  

Created to dwell 
within this mystic place 
so set on courting me 
to the fascinating pleasures, 
Holy wins.  

I can feel my heart beat, 
as the speed to be there 
is magnified tremendously.  

I find the gate, 
I run inside and I dance 
with everything I've got 
for I’m only moments away 
from it going away 
like the taste of delicious 
won’t stay.  

Untamed fire, 
burning all around, 
yet I cannot predict the Wind.  

But that I may live 
in this guided run, 
this place where the song 
that moves my steps 
are not chased 
but consumed 
as I am carried by this Wind.  

Taken higher and higher 
in the single praise 
of Holy, Holy, Holy.  

As each voiced ‘Holy’ 
gives distinct fragrance 
as explanation showers 
among His beloved ones.   

As we inhale, 
may we exhale 
what it takes 
to spread the Fire of wonders 
this sweet Spirit.