Weightless Space That Covers My Soul

This blanket that has covered me, 

this weightless space that covers my soul, 

I speak from. 

It wakes the heart and is relentless in its pull to be. 

I take each step; 

it seems to not matter if I’m going forward 

or backwards or side to side, 

I become closer to the reach 

it has dominated as its’ owned.  

I’ve been its’ celebration 

and carried to be rejoiced over 

as the dance of happy 

declares He did well in His Work.  

I can only cry.  

I know my failures 

and make efforts to share 

how this can’t be.  

I was blind, broken, and beaten 

with accusations 

until my cripple heart 

felt it was over. 

But Life has answered the homeless, 

those who can’t find 

this world’s place as the rescue.  

Intimacy comes 

and amazing grace 

is the station where all travel 

now comes and goes.  

Rest has a new Name, 

worthy of my laying down 

the conclusions 

and giving His Way 

as my heart’s desire.  

For eternity can seem so short, 

when the heart is so in love! 

When every sound heard 

I’m sure is trying 

to explain that which so desperately 

wants to be known.  

Love, His Love… 

this weightless space 

that covers my soul, 

I speak from. 

It wakes the heart 

and is relentless in its pull to be.