Channeling

I open the channel of my heart to you O God. It is a sea stirred as gentle waves are raised even as the white sail of the reclamation of my life is unfurled. This is a new life unfolding where I can breathe again in this new atmosphere of my heart.

Join me for a Swim Tonight!?

Now that I have returned from my mental jaunt possibly induced by the half a cup of coffee that sits at the table surface at a restaraunt I looked down into the slightly stirred contents still steaming as I sit motionless and reflective of every sip. I notice the wet pavement and leaves trembling in a gust as fresh signs of an unexpected rain fall as precipitous specs of rain strike the surface of the windowpaine outside serve as a reminder of the many rains of goodness awash upon my soul affecting berings as the tattered sails of my purpose are continually turned around upon the sand bar so that I can face the mighty ocean reservoir of the limitless; as the tide carries me back to sail each time in a streamline direction to a sea of plenty. Every need rises with a surface splash carrying in its wake what is plenteous and gathered from the great depths,tasty in the saltwater spit that sprays. The wave of water cascades in a downward slope upon the hull of this curious vessel that we call the heart, that is prone to drift off course without more divine swells to alter direction;and many more ships are capsized in changing tides that remain unpredictable. Amidst crashing waves and having nothing to hold on to; not even broken planks of your vessel are worth reaching for. This is the baptism of your soul in the reservoir of God's prescence. Allow your spirit to be submerged,and wade out into the gentle waters. Headed straight for the bottom only to be renewed and emerge exactly as God created you to be.

From peak to peak I flew.
My flight never wavered although the wind blew.
I never looked down,but only listened to the sound of my chics in coo.

Rebuilding Ancient Ruins of the Heart

The ruins of my life have all been forgotten. What is left of the pile of rubble that crumbled from the mighty fall of the monument to grandiosity born of deepest hurt,and all that I had to do in order to consecrate an altar of recompense as each vital cog was pulled away from the foundation because of all that has been lost. In the prescence of my struggle my adversaries which implded from within and the tyrrany of enemies that came down upon my head with a gavel of injustice only added insult to injury. I was forsaken in a shattered pile of the pieces of pottery which displayed all that once was laid to smolder. I found solace and comfort in chasing a single charred remnant of ash the grey smoke carried in the wind;and at times I thought I was about to catch the piece as it touched upon a grey rock foundation of another edifice in ruins only to see it take to the air just out of reach of my hand. I was relieved to hold a single fragment of black ash out in the palm of my hand,but I noticed a single orange flame still burning slowly. I held the fallen,dark black piece of ash between my thumb and forefinger and examined it intently turning it over and over not to be burned by the tiny flame. I held the hot ash lit by orange fire to my lips. As I looked up to the sky and said aloud:"Lord this single piece of charred ash is all I have of my life. I will trust you with rebuilding my life if you alone will be even as this spark of flame upon a charred remnant held in my hand. Be the ember that ignites a new purpose that only you can set off,licking flame and ascending the entire mountainous plain."

God Expressed Himself

Whats in the power of language you may wonder? Let me tell you. In the first book of the Old Testament or Torah God simply said "Let there Be", and the earth and all properties that sustain human life and the broad scope of the natural realm came to be.