May our pursuit be you.
May our dream be of you.
Life with you.
Loving you.
Prepare us for you.
Make us ready for you.
May we see you.
May we choose you.
When the time comes.
When the time comes.
Laying down our lives for you.
Picking up this life with you.
May we plan our life for you.
May we share our life of you.
May we talk about this life by you.
May we learn about others from you.
May we learn to love others through you.
May we downplay ourselves near you.
May we stand in the strength of you.
May we embrace our part of you.
May we be healed by you.
May we reach out for you.
May we believe in you.
May we forgive from you.
May we be free through you.
May we dance in the storm with you.
May we smile through the tears for you.
May we shine in the dark by you.
May we set aside all for you.
May we follow hard after you.
Category Archives: Living
Watching the sky at dawn.
Before the sun actually crests the horizon
The dark black of the night becoming the dark blue of the morning
Heralding the new day, like a trumpeter the king, a bird sings out
Wake up and see what I see
Minute by minute the blues are shifting
I am sitting, watching
My naked sad weak human eye cannot see the imperceptible changes that are taking place in front of me
Staring intently
Measuring the hue
Comparing the tone
But I cannot see the changes
And yet I know
The sky is getting lighter
The darkest of blues are becoming so bright
The brightest of blues become white
For a long while we stay in this place of white
The whites begin to take on gold that screams the sun, the sun, he comes, he comes.
This cloud becomes a hot pink banner in the sky
That gold sharpens to bright orange…
I am sitting, watching
All that I see formed from all that I cannot see
We do not see growth
Growth is a change that is not spontaneous
And yet the impact of it is profound
The tree grows silently
The sky changes slowly
All the while screaming glory majesty
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Identity. Otherwise Untitled.
like the ocean with the tide
depth. where once you could stand. now submerged.
like the weather with the seasons
feeling. where once your skin was exposed now you are bundled up in layers.
the passing of time
the onslaught of stimulus
exposure to the elements
change. progression. digression. maturation. retardation.
growth one way. or the other.
to shed once and FOR ALL the dead skin and become the new creation
that I AM.
not perspective. truth.
not what I see. but what IS.
not subjective. objective.
not through my eyes. but through yours.
not me. You.
one only through. the Other
movement. always movement.
in this moment.
may the ocean submerge me. may the layers of warmth surround me
in that moment.
the ocean rolls back and uncovers what was hidden. the visible layers of warmth are replaced by the invisible rays from the sun
always growing because of that perfect something that never changes.
Identity. Jesus.
And yet,
To speak out loud that which I fear to share.
To make audible the beatings of my heart.
Voice wavering.
Emotion welling up.
My hands will shake. Composure lost.
Heart exposed.
Real feeling expressed.
Love revealed.
My relationship with you.
I can’t keep it surface.
It dives deep.
But my mouth remains sealed.
My heart remains my own.
I don’t share it. If I can help it.
I am so ashamed that my fear has won out!
I hate fear!
I don’t like what I can’t do.
It makes me angry!
If I could, pretend it doesn’t exist,
That thing that I fear.
And yet,
I long to praise you from my heart
From that deep. deep place
Where the spirit resides
In my inner being
That place of undeniable truth
Of irreplicable creativity
Of whole body love
My eyes long to see you
To look into yours
For you to look at me
To be seen by you
My hands long to hold yours
To feel your fingers.
To know your warmth
My body longs to be near yours
To sit by your side
To lean my head on your shoulder
And yet.
John 4
I don’t really understand what you are saying
You silently speak truths in the guise of words
Living water
I willingly. eagerly. engage you in this conversation
Something of the truth beginning to make sense
to me
Set free
My life is. And will. Be.
Writing from Life, for Life. 
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