That moment before
the flesh completely surrenders...
the wondering,
the roads of many decisions
are before me.
Traveling at extreme,
faster than noted from man;
consuming me
is the wake of Spirit
calling with loud pulls
beyond voice,
to my instinct
created to be
at the ultimate contentment.
Pulled into heaven come down,
I wobble
with continued decisions
to die to self.
For if I do not die,
I remain
in my own unstable mind.
I weep with silliness
for I am faltering
and yet I can feel strength
making its entrance
with mighty arms.
I hear faintly
for my hearing is still so dull,
I only know
I am curiously (but weak)
wanting this Place.
His Name comes in
like the wind of a whisper
and I begin to focus.
I feel it is speaking
but I still cannot hear.
Oh that I could hear;
and just that quickly,
I hear the Name.
Jesus,
His Name sings
with power,
as I accept its realm
as my own.
Suddenly I hear doors locking.
I feel the extreme of safety
and I know
I have entered a Place
in the middle of my night.
All within me now sleeps,
the flesh has be conquered.
A peculiar float begins
as I look around
to rejoice of His work
to bring me here.
I find more complication
in finding words
to honor this place.
I must listen
my soul cries;
and in my quiet
I see His Eyes upon me.
His eyes speak such love
that I am overwhelmed.
His stare seems to give
loudly a promise
I reluctantly have accepted.
The promise is
that His eyes have been
and always will be
as I see them now,
consumed with me.
For moments I look away.
I do not know why
but it seems difficult
for faith to rise
that this really is.
I take notice
that I am barely touching
into what is really there.
I have only tapped
into what is so abundant.
I fall away,
my hunger within my body
screams.
I call back, NO...!
I cannot leave.
I am instantly
in knowledge
of His Eyes upon me,
again.
I smile
as I realize every encounter
is forever charted
and never returns
to Him void.
My desire to die
is heard
and a legion of angels
await to watch
the beauty of His life form.
