When the Desert Whispers(a passage)

The desert once awakened fear and despair;but its where God is found to show His wonders toward one of faith.I may come through in cuts and scrapes or dissolve into a tiny pillar of salt;but I dare to dream because I am certain that I will see the Lord's goodness in the land of the living. In my weakness of heart,a formless mass of chaos God is the difference hovering above my head and extended before me like the ancient pillar guiding the Israelite camp.The purple hue of the evening firmament is settling in far above the desert plain. Sustenance cannot just be expected in a valley passing between dunes thickly layered in sifting sand much like the collapsing folds of sand; then rising higher being sifted as debris is removed and taken by the movement of the earth revealing to unearth a buried relic,an artifact embedded in the sands of time pouring through the hour glass within the depths of this heart. Im setting apart an experience in my life with expectant waiting in reverential awe for the Lord to show the miraculous concerning what I am to do with my life and His will to be revealed. I will lift up my eyes,and open my mouth for the coming rain like manna. If you should wander from the artificial beauty along the path of all that has been done before,and embark on a wilderness retreat. If you listen, it is not the chirping cicadas that will linger on but the sonorous notes will ring out because this is my song.

Ive been feelin' bluer than the Sky

Isnt it amazing that the sky is blue!
It has been blue forever.
The color always remains in the canopy of the sky and has been for all peoples.
It is amazing that God stepped out before the foundation of the world and said:" Hmmm
lets make the color of the heavens that stretches without end blue".
The fingertips of the Almighty upon the unfurling of the blue sky before its all
encompassing tint and matter were released upon the tapestry of the atmosphere

Enter the Blue

In the field I spin around and around over and over like a whipping wind.
I create an air current within my space.
With a movement that is visible only to the natural elements around me
for I am alone. A smile of exuberance on my face.
The sunflowers and grass touch my knees.
I raise my hands hoping to touch a cloud.
I began to jump hands raised high.
Then disappeared before I knew it into blue.

The Seeping Blood

His body taken down from the cross and wrapped in burial cloth soaked
through every bit of the garment. His wounds and blood that covered His entire body,
and bled through having poured over the wounds of my personal imperfections.
As He was resurrected He was healed. All of the blood loss receded and shriveled up
seeping back through the skin simultaneously. Each wound and scrape of skin healed
over as the trickling blood that is the healing of all life is reclaimed into the body,and
restored within the blood flow from whence it had poured out. Each drop of wet blood
dried as tiny pools of blood between hair on His forearm evaporates.
Jesus Christ sat up in the tomb with a force that shook the whole earth.
The shroud which held Messiah came undone.

A Parade Passing Through

At times I believe in a grand affair made up of confetti falling from the sky.
Countless streamers have fallen upon the black pavement.
Amidst the commotion the sound of balloon pop is heard.
I see the broad reaching smile of my bride who is the focus of the parade.
I see her wand bedecked in silver glitter with a star at the end of the scepter.
My love sits enthroned upon a processional float, and she waves slowly to the vast
crowd as she is crowned the pageant winner.

Hope Borne of Adversity

Our perspective has matured given the time to reflect on everything lost;
and now given the opportunity to have renewal poured through every fibre
of ones being. This is unparalleled and appealing enough to sieze upon.
It is abundance birthed from appreciation knit together in the peace of coming
through a pain so worthwhile and an unquenchable light to guide the way home!
Gazing over a seaside promontory our hearts engulfed as the waves break upon
the cliff. The rising spray of the tide echoes the new hope set within our hearts.
As we embark upon a new journey our footsteps rustle the many autumn colored
leaves of the lush and brown soil in Eden restored.