Listening For The Sound

Listening for the Sound!

For this Sound opens 

more than my mind can keep closed 

by trying to explain. 

Glory has the power 

to embrace us as children 

and raise the windows 

to remove dust, 

and give the heart 

a fresh morning knowledge 

that the whole day is ahead. 

Singling out and taking over 

duties for priorities to surface. 

Oh Sound, 

walk loudly; 

move with power 

as I watch in awe. 

I know only to reach 

with all my senses 

and my heart of desire, 

come and Sound. 

Sound bends 

the steel bars I build, 

melts the armor 

I take on 

as false protection, 

closes the holes 

that the moth has eaten 

in my soul. 

Sound, 

break all barriers 

and shake illness 

from my thinking. 

Soar with the Wind of Passion 

that has only Love 

as its foundation, 

blow through me 

to make my hum 

a song of praise 

higher than ever before. 

Sound, 

my Redeemer, 

make entrance with thunder 

as I then know it is coming. 

Cause my life to know 

this Fire 

that can burn out the sun 

with just a whisper. 

Take a deep breath, 

oh Sound, 

and blow over me. 

Filling me with such praise, 

praise from pure Sound, 

praise that sees One’s Eyes 

that Sound only Love. 

Wait

My Poppa, my Father, my completeness to who I am… You are the Light that I want to focus on at all times.  At all times, when I’m under the rocks for some sort of hiding, or when I’m on that mountain that causes my face to shine; oh, to be awakened by Light and focus upon the brilliance of such power beyond my own ability.  

The call, the warmth, the invitation to just take in the knowledge of You are there…!  Breathing by stopping to recognize the atmosphere of my life in You.  Passion consuming me as if I am a spirit also…Spirit breathing through every portion of my thought then, “more than a body” but a temple of such wonders.  

Fire that has the burn of eternal, not a vapor of soon discarded nothing.  Hunger beyond feeding by earth’s substances. Wrapping me, rushing through me with Wind to abandon stress or issues unsolvable by my own attempt.  Entering into ‘no hurry’ with angelic activity stirring to be a part of His beauty on earth.  

I wait.  I wait.  I wait.  

For now there is no time, only Word and Life causing priorities to line up, filling me with His Holy as I just wait.  I will be different, I will be changed, I will be passion – His Passion as His Name, Jesus stirs and speaks in places of my heart that I hide from.  Places I am not yet ready to see but have a desire to someday.  

Allowing tears to flow as I do not understand what they are even for; just no fear, no condemnation.  I wait, I wait…. Oh to wait in this work beyond understanding.  

Eternal… I love eternal.  It is more than life…it is Jesus and joy like the first time over and over and over as each moment is just that… the First Time forever.  

Waiting.............................................

Broken Into My Life

Poppa, how I see You within my life. Can others see You so clearly in my life? Oh, I do hope so for I feel a real shine going on today. You have broken into my life with such great ideas or suggestions for me to explore, to walk out. Entrance along has been fabulous, and walking about takes my breath away to new levels of breathing. How much more? How can I take in such heavenly kingdom pleasure without exploding with gratitude. I am like a flower enjoying the rain. Knowing this moisture fills me to be Your beauty for all to behold.  Oh, what amazing color You design Your glory.  Filling the earth with Worth, Your Worth.  Causing creation to look up and declare, Jesus - You are....!  

Here, in Your Name, I give surrender to greatness.  To Holy...!  To hear beyond the ability of my minds understanding and look upon the Song that is sung when Jesus walks about. As He moves from doorways to the heart of those He died to give entrance to His Passion, now our Passion also, You Poppa God.  As I let loose of what tries to cause me distractions, and dare enter unknown to find the Hum of Heaven, I marvel at satisfaction. The stop of earth and the Life that changes my destiny, my day that was sliding by to a day that sees the color within it. Increasing love as I forsake the worries and spills of a days journey. For love has cast out all fear.  Knowing love in such extreme has the lift to take me above; reacting to love with confidence it is enough. 

The invitation is set.  Break into my life in constant arrays of diversion that I never fall into boredom. Taking me to love by the revival within that keeps this fire blaring. Removing me from any desire of another god (devoted interest). I am lost in Your love and passion...exactly where I want to stay.  Only moving about by Your Guidance.  

Reckless Changing Love

The faithfulness of One has my heart into change and I yearn for it to never stop.  Changing and being changed to the ready for change!  

Oh, with safety of peace abounding in me, I expand to record my story, changing even my looks as my countenance makes adjustments.  It’s like that body stretch that seems to cause every move from that point on give ease to its once stiff push to stay.  

Pardoning my mess, for I am in construction mode with constant change.  Not to dare disregard my now, for it is His Beauty in me and the tools for my tomorrows.  But I've crossed the line, the line where one goes too far and cannot come back; I have found joy in constant change. 

For I love with passion, graphed in from the depth of reconstruction and upgrade of His likeness, that I begin to love who I am with greater belief.  Not caring what words and thoughts make mention of me, only that I’m lost in this love that feels completely full and yet great expectations for future.  

My soul sings hums and notes that only my thoughts can form understanding; language from the mouth fail to share the race going on inside.  Letting go of endings, hanging on to more; I run with each change. For to look, to receive a moment in this aroma of embrace; its power cannot leave me the same.  See me run; see His Spirit dancing with me as I fearlessly know there is no edge to fall.  For there is no foot upon the ground, only air filling my space, with lift to take me to His Hidden Place, where His Love I am so aware of. 

For love makes one silly with unpredictable exchanges, shuffling everywhere, never alone.  Seldom looking another in the eye, my total gaze has been caught in the tangle of sold out devotion to only what is alive inside, my reckless love to One.  

The faithfulness of One has my heart into change and I yearn for it to never stop.

Companionship (Fellowship of Truth)

Here comes His love 

and it shakes me 

with the giggle of amazement, 

the kind that is so unannounced 

and yet you bounce with joy.  

My thoughts were running 

as if they had no belonging 

and in comes 

the crash of His Pureness.  

I want to touch this with forever; 

I want to inhale 

as I close my eyes 

to bring it in as long as I can.  

I found a place, 

a wonder of heaven 

and it has caught me up 

in its blue sky.  

It has the craziness 

that I want to give 

ownership with abandoned restrictions.  

Light seems to shine so bright 

that there is no other direction to take.  

It’s as if waves are felt 

that go through my whole being 

and I feel every curve, 

every shiver of splash.  

I take note 

of the tiniest of detail 

for it is like the satisfaction love sings.  

A melody 

of companionship (fellowship of truth) 

finds all available open sources of my soul 

and lifts high 

the importance of filling me up to capacity.  

The keys that play my heart 

begin to give this sound 

that wonders around
with the beginning of its song, 

then in comes 

the additional tones of harmony 

with beautiful hums 

and dazzling thought grabbers.  

His whole character 

that is now becoming a visual within 

this conversation 

has ignited the fire that burns from love.  

The flame 

of companionship (fellowship of truth) 

rises in excellent beauty.  

An understanding 

of everything that has breath 

takes on a new meaning.  

For each breath is combined 

to make the music of praise 

as colors are blended 

to make the decoration of His Spirit image.  

Harmony is regarded as perfect light 

with no sounds out of key.  

Companionship ties many to be One. 

Hate

Sitting within the presence of One so pure, I am taken to the truth of hate and its beauty and design for all pain while on earth. Wondering about in this troublesome emotion, I have pondered its continued push to not leave me.  Why be such a companion?  Why pierce my heart with this insistent but gracious pond of memories and acts of foolishness.  Why bother me day and night with begging pleas of attention. 

I run to another thought, thinking maybe, just maybe it will go away.  But I find it dead center in this phrase as well.  Hate is in my life.

I find the mind very confused while the heart seems in perfect peace.  I give stage to the heart as cries come from One so pure that unless I learn to hate what One hates and love what One loves, I am stranded in the breaking process of failure.  

It is difficult to look at others and find hate as a safety, but encouraged to continue, I proceed. 

Eternity speaks and now I’m seeing not just today but the tomorrow of my soul.  Hate must be addressed so it can find its destiny.  The war must be called to attention so change of the fairest delight can make entrance.  

So I dare look it in the eye.  Ugly, vaporous stink more than substance.  Its sticky blackness is smeared in unbelievable places.  Places I would not have dreamed it could take form. Walking about on me, and other non-suspicious minds all around me, with its slow crawl to invade and cover.  

How terribly embarrassed to be such a welcome vessel to house such sneaky intruders!  Screaming for the awakened hearts everywhere to see the invasion, I am shut down and thrown into a corner, guarded by words swearing I will not have leave.

But as my heart is held in this awareness, I notice the wide open world of song about me; as if I see, but the warriors of another army came to blind my enemy from seeing me.  Now bound to truth of love and hate, Beauty comes and chooses me as decor for projects I've yet to discover, while swiftly guiding me to stand as display for perfect announcements. 

Waiting; I find waiting in this amazing room my new favorite meal.  My indescribable breath-taking movie theater of adventure, I’m frozen to watch activity One is doing.  

I’m curious to wonder if I would ever want to leave and yet it appeared I was thrown in to die. 

Hate, when held to be the salvation Love is doing, separates you to Heaven from the hell you live in at times. 

Safety In Speed

Catching the Wind is impossible, 

or is it?  

Like a sailboat upon the waters, 

with its sail set high 

and moved by the power 

of this unseen 

but wonder of mystic substance; 

I climb 

and speed race often.  

Making the decision 

to be listening for its sound, 

patience to wait with want 

built extreme with desires, 

I open my sail (heart) 

for the exposure 

to be carried by its passing.  

For the adventure 

is the refuge of a weary soul, 

the abundance of trust is mine 

that I previously looked for 

in the ground which does not move.  

Questions come 

with answers packed in songs 

rather than holes left 

by swords of accusations 

from missed marks of attack. 

Now in the safety of speed, 

I am where I am going - 

not trying to get there!   

Oh Wind, 

spread your force about me 

and whisk my feet 

from ground that crumbles 

and take me 

to the safety 

of Spirit’s tornadoes.