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.

Steps Love Exhibits

The emotions that break forth into steps love exhibits, has me walking into a realm more real than fears that kept me out in the past. Finding His eyes as assurance, I am held with such passion He was motivated to create me with. For if I ponder the scary reasons I might have been formed, I either come up empty or have wide thoughts of  how things might 'just happened.'  But breaking forth into steps love exhibits, I find the phrase, least you become as a child you will not see the Kingdom of God, and I am swallowed in the passion of being His child.  Nothing more, just finding my world (mighty self talk) shrinking, and His Kingdom becoming visible with sounds of love inside and out of my being. Its as if my body begins to sing and I love the music it dances to. Now the world around speaks such a different message and it amazes me. Finding no cares, only the joy of exploring full access of what was made, including myself as the wonders of His Voice of power in the tiny of weakness.  Taking in the sight of a mustard seed so small and yet the power of its story so mighty. The call from my heart to send my love, so small, and watch it become the roar of the thunder around His throne. To be heard as gathered aroma, released to make known my existence, His delightful creation made for His joy.

His love qualifies us to be mighty.  Our call... just become as a child (know Him as Father).

I Cry To Die

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.