I Let Go Of A Tear

Today I’ve felt a little miss placed.  

Stopping to hear things not spoken, 

I search the Place of intimacy 

where God dwells 

and has promised to never leave.  

Finding Him waiting... 

I let go of a tear 

Permission is asked

to call all those other tears I stopped.  

Should I surrender?  

If I surrender, 

why and what will they be saying?  

Will they tell me I am sad?  

Are they bursting 

because I have arrived 

at the accumulation of such abundance?  

I know not, 

so I award this miss placed sensitivity 

to eloquence of His Love 

to release what incarcerates acts of freedom, 

simply by my presentation to come.  

Springing up 

He lifts His Eyes 

to pierce through mine 

as He locks in

now that I have approached.   

Turning with the sound of a crackling, 

I begin to wonder…. 

Did I hear something?  

Did He speak?  

A smile begins to shine.  

Not a large laugh, 

nor a giggle of sound, 

but the beginnings of the curl of a smile.  

I soar with excitement!  

As if I found the ultimate jewel 

of great treasure, 

I am dropping duties and worries; 

and like a child 

I carelessly run to jump 

into the ocean of surprises 

from Him awaiting me.  

For the curl of His smile 

means passion and exotic delights 

that are the center of all source of pleasure!   

It is as if I found 

the door to heaven’s throne 

and as I turn the knob, 

I will be met 

with thousands of saints and angels 

who have treasured my decision to join this song.  

The smile that has exposed His Heart 

slowly tilts His Head 

and the hum of Peace 

takes on a note as it hovers about me.  

I climb upon its wave 

and lie still.  

It folds His kindness closely, 

so close that it is all I now am.  

Resting in the single tone 

of what strength it brings, 

I wait for the stairway to its next choice.  

Taking a deep breath, 

almost like I had forgotten to breathe 

prior to this visit, 

I am filled with its Color 

that will change the countenance 

I was wearing.   

Oh to stay 

and give the Great Physician 

my name and take His.  

I simply let go of a tear.

The Essence Moved

Take me, 

whispering Help, 

solid Song that weighs its tunes 

according to my best.  

Make sacred the attempts I compose 

to put forward this heart of mine 

so exhausted under its own endeavor to repair, 

resolve, or manage its collapsed melody’s 

to tweak my days for good.  

I keep returning to Your love 

that never fails, 

but remains in operation 

for that hope to set in me 

a ceasing to be afraid.  

When all fear is gone, 

Love has taken over 

and a walk becomes a run of celebration.   

Heaven joins my focus 

to take it to a realm of Pure 

as it drowns out 

the work so weak that I built 

to climb a false idol.  

I become saturated 

in simple activity 

that swirls about me; 

activity that expands 

as I see 

all eyes upon a King of Glory.  

All body, soul, and mind,

 finds itself alive 

in the radiance of this heat.  

The visual goes beyond 

what the eyes see 

and into what the mind now knows.  

I must bathe myself 

in this moment, 

that I become clean from its truth.  

I must engulf 

this terribly beautiful death 

I now see on my behalf 

and give my own thoughts 

to its consuming purpose 

for me and my own.  

Like the reflection on a still river, 

to see my own life reflected from His.  

As I join this cloud of chariots 

that storms strength 

- this picture unfolding 

through His cross multiplies 

as I watch it tumble 

from heaven to earth’s souls 

it was made for.  

From a Throne of Fire, 

the Essence moved 

to concentrate and shut down 

the delusion of false idols.  

Fury burned of Love’s Center 

and the core of its control 

sent out Pureness 

to release its array.  

Displayed for all heaven and earth 

and that beneath 

was Obedience.  

Seen and unseen 

heard as creation stands 

to applaud, 

for nothing has right to not know.  

Deception is put to shame 

as Truth 

of the Crowned King of kings rules.  

Clarity of His Passion 

appears and I honor.  

My words are made sacred 

as they are used 

to make ornaments 

to adorn the Crowned King.  

As I declare what was done, 

what He did, 

I hold Love. 

His Love cast out all fear 

and I am free 

to roam His Kingdom.  

Oh whispering Help, 

solid Song that weights its tunes 

according to my best, 

I embellish Your exaggerated Love 

as it enlarges this heart of mine.  

Your Kingdom come, 

Your Will be done, 

in earth as it is in heaven 

for me and mine

as Your Essence moves.

Your Love Chamber

I trip over my own feet Lord, 

as I draw near to You.  

You don’t seem to mind 

that I haven’t a clue 

to Your thoughts for the moment 

but take pleasure that I've come to hear.  

I sit here to wait in such anticipation.  

What will You tell me?  

Where will You carry my thoughts off to?  

You change often 

even the topic I might like to hold 

by just smiling at me 

rather than frowning over my inconsistent visits.  

I only have my heart to give, 

for that You gave me rights to

 - 

after You covered it with Your existence.  

It’s not like I can create something new 

to amaze You, 

there is nothing new under the sun.  

I cannot wrap up the ocean 

for the placing of a new destiny, 

or pick out freshly made stars 

to stir into Your sight.  

All has Your Name upon its beauty.  

I am almost non existing 

in retrospect to all Your making, 

and yet I am singled out 

in Your Love Chamber 

to be invited to Arms that hold the world.  

Moved from the capacity I hold 

to the Capacity You hold, 

I expand to experience the unspeakable.  

Sights and sounds take form 

like bubbles of delight 

and I fade from one world to reality.  

Swiftly, movement of preparation 

blows across me like a wind.  

A gathering of hearers 

unseen 

bleed into view 

as an angelic sound rings to make the call.  

The Spirit that roams the earth 

to assemble emotions 

so strong it forms groans of beauty 

toward His Throne, 

makes its harvest to the Worthy One.  

Pieces of soul and mind, 

pieces of true hearts, 

pieces tested to abandon this world’s promised life 

for the abounding walk, 

speak.  

And its sound 

fills the heavens 

as those gathered agree.  

You are, 

You are Lord, 

You are.  

Forever I shake with this fever 

that has set me within a gracious Kingdom.  

I watch deeply, 

compassion that slowly seeks its hope 

to settle forever within my discerning; 

making familiar markers 

for me to always have a path to its flurry.  

Erupting repeatedly splattered Love portions 

that perforate timid souls 

to burst forth valiant saints of courage.  

Singled out in Your Love Chamber 

yet joined to the chorus 

that donates the only thing 

they have rights to

 – 

I give my heart with gladness.  

I am intoxicated with Your passion.

Where will You carry my thoughts off to?

Of course...

To Your Love Chamber

Corridor of Heaven's Road

I come running, 

running so fast I can hardly slow my thinking down 

that I might offer You myself 

in return for Your peace 

within this night.  

Are the stars brighter 

or is that my imagination?  

Is the air made of nutrients 

for soul healing, 

or am I just following sounds of love 

that I drink with gulps of frantic passion.  

Can I stay?  

May I give You my eyes 

that plead to enter 

the Room of Glory 

with fullness I have yet to experience.  

I open my soul 

to find Your Name has colored my heart. 

I open my mind 

to wade deeper 

and find I stay afloat 

no matter how far I journey.  

Sunken are my feet 

into the corridor of heaven’s road.  

For the blood 

of One who died for me 

is my wading path.  

Sweet was His course 

as choice was given 

and He choose to bring me to eternity 

of Oneness with Him and the Father.  

It’s as if I stop breathing 

but I know I have not.  

It’s as if I stopped 

forming words learned as English 

but I know I have not.  

My world spins in dances 

I have never seen 

as my thoughts travel words of emotion 

I have never had.  

Love has shared its moment 

within a sphere encircled 

to enclose me 

as it covers the party 

my heart has induced. 

Generated from seemingly nothing 

has come the miraculous.  

I only knew to want.  

I only knew to ask.  

I only knew to make myself available.  

In this place are the songs 

that reach to the Ears of Holy.  

In this place 

are the wonders of unending delight.  

No care can find voice 

for all supplies of completeness 

has taken management.  

Closing my eyes 

to see myself atop a mountain 

and peace has ceaselessly entered.  

I sleep in Your Arms tonight

in the corridor of heaven's road.

Where Your Glory Roams

Oh my obsession, my great focus, 

my Father who reigns 

and holds the heavens with deepest passion,  

which guides me towards acquaintance 

to seize me in its grip.  

I jump out into Space, 

Your Space where angels have remained faithful, 

where Your Glory roams to fill its capacity, 

where sights exceed the worlds traps 

and common food of weariness.  

Oh let me swim in Your heavenly aroma 

where every breath fills my being 

with sweet thoughts 

and challenges me to hold it as long as I can.  

When it is time to exhale, 

let it spew out from me 

and spill upon Your creation.  

Fill all my secret hiding places 

that have yet to know what love offers.  

As I fulfill Your desire to hold such love, 

fill me with Your overgenerous essence 

so that I soak with its fragrance.   

Fan this passion that burns; 

ignite it into an uncontrollable fire 

to consume every place I walk.  

As I fumble 

with awkwardness of such love towards me, 

see past my stumbling 

and join my heart 

with Your whispering love talk.  

If I turn in embarrassment, 

chase me anyway.  

I write Your Name 

a thousand times a thousand 

upon the pages of my life.  

I see it and giggle with childish behaviors.  

Finding such True Love 

gives riches beyond emotions, 

beyond words, 

beyond attempts of search on earth; 

yet it fills earth with its Glory.  

It locks itself within 

and all of hell has no entrance.   

My enemy falls 

as the war is outside and not my own.  

Your love lifts up my soul 

to hear of passion 

that moves every chamber of my existence 

to experience.  

I jump out into Your Space, 

freedom’s space 

that has length and width past visual and knowledge.  

Where love comes in 

even to rescue while I play, 

trusting Your watch as the ultimate Father.  

When I cry 

because I am not getting my way, 

Your love comforts 

until I can know Your best is the matchless intellect.  

When I laugh, 

Your love takes it all in with pride 

as Your Eye is fixed upon me to watch.  

When I sing, 

Your love sings with me 

to teach me new songs 

as You listen to my own melodies.  

You will never leave me, 

nor forsake me.  

Love has its arms around me 

and I JUMP into Your Space 

where angels have remained faithful, 

where Your Glory roams 

to fill its capacity, 

where sights exceed the worlds traps 

and common food of weariness.    

Protect and Feed with Heavens Activity

Loving so deep… oh so deep, 

that it springs forth from this heart 

that is so scattered with uncertainty and wonder.  

Looking to the source 

where wisdom has strength in extreme forever, 

over all my days.  

Pounding like a heart beat 

in perfect rhythm, 

not skipping a beat 

as help comes in its waves of life.  

Oh God, I lift my eyes to Your exact, 

Your absolute.  

As my thoughts travel 

over the depths of my heart, 

I call out for the cloud of Your Glory 

to fall upon my children 

as earth time takes their days.  

Like a lion, 

I rise up this morning 

and roar to the heavens on their behalf.  

Protect and feed them 

with heavens activity.  

Send the Kingdom of Jesus 

upon and within their souls 

for the satisfying renewing we search daily for.  

Sing over them the love song 

that penetrates their ears 

and stops them in their tracks.  

Place the angels of war 

over their steps 

in each mountain before them.  

Reach Your hand 

to the lowest of their valleys 

and cause their eyes to see help 

on every side they might turn.  

The invisible God You are 

is made brilliantly known 

as heavens storm rises 

to protect and care for Your own.  

Like the rain 

that drenches the cry of the land, 

drench my children 

with showers we all want to play in.  

Showers that take hold of our heart 

with hope as it waters all beauty that waits.  

Cause them to run out 

to its drenching 

by capturing their attention 

with unlimited favor 

as Your love shines upon their path.  

Oh how my heart cries 

for our dry ground.  

Oh let it rain, let it rain, oh let it rain.  

Open the heavens

as earth time takes their days…!

Protect and feed them

with heavens activity.