To How We Met

Before I say what I want to say I just want to remind you of what has brought us to this moment.  I am speaking about a time, a place, an day and certain emotion that filled the room, injected to all those present by euphoria.      

Words sit idle on tongues as an introduction is yet to avail itself to this encounter, steps towards you brave the thoughts that lie dormant to the appeal that will be given to you.  As my subconscious phases out all those around you, the dimmed out figures grow less as I draw closer to you and the music calls out to the tempo of my feet to ground, my heart loud in its pound, in this Glory that my eyes and in hope, my heart has found.  As you become aware of my approach, your eyes dawn a light that that guides my flit across the room.  For the accession of your time not to be found wasted, a smile brightened countenance welcomes a belly deep “Hello.”   Standing there looking lost in a dream, everything is silent to your question of who and how I am to Usher in words that would only be said once, yet an eternity’s foundation would be laid on. (Breath) “ Who I am is still in construction, the designer in prayer, in you, I hope I trust I have found.  How I am is humbled that God does not taunt me with beauty because you to me and all of heavens angels are His best creation. And I dare not ask who and how you are, because the world would stand still in its orbit for me not to have seen the mother of my children and I drop dead in the inability to breath in my new air supply.     

 The night has turned into just a still moment in space, because in our conversation you wield the sewing pin that embroiders  the lifelong quotes that woman such as yourself bring into being. I had wished at that moment of enlightenment, I held your hand to plug you into a live feed to my heart.  Even then, my hopes would have been to synchronise my own heart with yours, because from that moment I saw you as my lifeline.  You had asked when are we leaving but I heard when are breeding, the thought of being joined with you intertwined to string out a vessel to draw us away from the restless urge of belonging.  Realigning the scripture spoken in us being grounded here for hours lost in the transcending emotion, we’re stronger in two.    

 My pride implodes with the enlightenment of being taken, so far a new me has been awakened, humility and acceptance is found.

I Enjoy Watching God Paint.

Earlier today, from a clear iris with clear watered paint He covered an eye with what we call tears narrowed on cheeks to help the feeling of grief and dispair.  At that very moment, He cleared a view to a chapter that saw a spirit risen embodied with a fabric which we all were made, the soil.

Imagine being humbled by a gentle breeze that summoned the afternoon, and without fail night Gleasons with the complements the moon pays to the hour at dusk.  It is only our pensive thought to resigning from the day that does not allow us the evidence of the Canvass. The Ray that pays attribute to the final contribution of the sun to the final hour,  pays homage to to the silver lining in clouds, a message sworn to be the slightest belief to things being better in this life. The contrast is vast but in a few minutes this vision is passed.

The spectrum is spread over the array of our perceptions, of how and when day ends and not over the beauty that simplicity presents. The light only gives way to night because there is a known resurrection in light and night is the only revelation to this truth. From how the day wears you thin, glues your eye shut and you know it as rest. Vivid images, life defining voyages beat increasing never ceasing hour. Turning and twisting on the laid on platform an almost guaranteed victory is granted, because of an ancient long promise of being a conqueror is brought forth, when that Vail brings in light in the morning.  Open your eyes to the opportunity presented in Morning. 

The textures of His paint brushes are seen to us as cultures and creeds, dimensions of origin, tones and Characters.  From the root we all once came, the Adam fruit is spread across 7 continents to complete the day that He rested, to watch only from a distance far beyond our matter. From there He blows winds and exclaims in the thunder we hear when He brews a better day, within, to be without to be alive in Him. The countenances enabled by our expressions, our tones that change through nature, yes including distances of origin closer to the earths belt and the structure we have.

The privilege that astronauts have to see the globe from where it was created, with one hand outstretched, spoken into existence…  Even after centuries it still continues in its molding. Drifting sheets over liquid foundation, this is our world and God paints everything we see.