The Quest

The Quest

We are a people, searching for more, reaching for something higher than ourselves. Whether or not there’s a knowing in the search, a direction, a city upon a hill to rest one’s eyes. Yet relentless we seek, reaching aloft to achieve a greater understanding of a higher purpose, to leave ones mark on a dying world, in hopes of some eternal purpose. We are a people created for more. Created for a capacity to yearn, to reach to seek, to soar. Our souls are magnetic towards the heavens, currents pulling, drawing us upward. And yet, we are here, grounded upon this earth, bound to live out this life before eternity. 


Such a conundrum is tugging at our souls, never quite satisfying, but always illuminating a window into awareness that there is something deeper–something more alive than what we can comprehend at this moment. There is a mystery to this Deepness, a Glory in the Hiddenness. A Glory that is worthy of a holy enigmatic fervor upon those who seek to draw into It. A Person worthy of pursuit. He is glorious in His Hiddenness. Such a paradox to consider, the hidden nature of God here on earth, yet fully manifested in Heaven’s Gaze above.


One may stop in the pursuit of this Deepness, in a premature conclusion that God is silent and absent from this earthly plane. Yet what if one considered the Hiddenness of God, that He is worthy of the intrepid explorer traversing the depths of His Glory. And yet even more unexplainable, His invitation is extended to us in this pursuit. Would one step forward in anticipation? To discover the secret path into the Creator?

For we are a people that search for more. What more Worthy a pursuit than this?

My Beloved

My Beloved,

I am so in love with You.

In the city I will search for You.

As my heart waits for You.

My mind will meditate on You,

As my feet are drawn to You.

My eyes will dream of You,

As my hands reach for You.

My soul will cling to You,

as my heart burns for You.

For my spirit is One with You.

My Beloved, I will wait for You.

Your Hands

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Your Hands bear the Scars of a Love so Great,

That wholly conquered death and changed my fate.

Hands still extended in  Mercy to a people-

Though rejected and marred by hearts full of evil.

And contained in these Hands the Hope for this race,

They will not relent in extending such Grace.

What beautiful Hands bearing Scars of my shame,

Written in Blood upon His Hands is my name.

Tucked firmly within these Hands is my heart,

And from these Hands, I will never depart. 

 

 

 

(Photo credit to Akiane)

As My Heart Waits

I am waiting in the Silence.

Standing on the shores of my heart-

The roaring quiet thunders in my ears.

Still I am waiting-

But loss I do not feel.

As some perceive, my life has not yet begun. 

The deep horizon has yet to be chased-

In endless directions the heart to be pulled.

Yet still I am waiting.

A familiar Whisper, a soothing Call-

My heart knows for Whom I wait.

Some may say, when you have found your other half,

Or sailed upon some distant future,

Your life will have finally begun.

Yet here again, I find myself longing to remain.

Why move my heart onto future goals, 

To desire as others say

Will make me whole and complete-

Yet split my heart divided between Heaven and Earth.

Will the war between these desires-

truly make me whole?

For in these tarried moments,

I perceive more than silence.

But a sense of growing rapture-

beset in Heaven’s Gaze.

Stillness no longer my sole companion-

While standing on these shores,

Nor my dreams and heart divided in unfulfilled desires.

For the familiar Whisper has spoken.

Time has stopped its dancing,

Stillness now embraced in the rumbling of the Deep,

The One for Whom I wait has spoken-

And He has called my name.

My heart ignites, my dreams set fire-

The life within me awakes.

His Embrace wrapped in Heaven’s warmth, 

Seeps into my deepest canyons,

Immersing, freeing, soaring. 

Though no earthly futures fulfilled,

Or the arrival of a distant dream-

I find myself in You-

Whole in the waiting.

Now a new awareness rises,

A sense of why this fashioned heart-

Was formed upon this earthly plane.

For I am His,

And He is mine.

And that is enough.

In Your Arms

I am completely falling,

As You are sweetly calling;

Into the arms of eternity

My Love has rescued me.

 

And I am falling,

So deeply falling,

Into Love so divine-

That is not bound

By hands of time.

Redeemed in mercy,

Embraced in peace,

And clothed in grace,

I gaze upon His lovely face.

 

And I am falling,

So completely falling,

Deeper in His pools of love

Than I ever have before;

Yet I am not sinking-

For I am soaring.

Into Your Kingdom

I am swept away,

Forever in Your arms.

My Desire

Oh God, In You I am overcome,

By the power of Your Holy Son;

Mighty God you are my one desire!

Come and fill me with Your Holy Fire;

I am enraptured by Your Magnificence,

Oh Spirit consume me with Your Presence!

For I am so in love with You, my King,

That my life I lay before Your Feet.

And though the sun may set upon my days,

From my lips will I ever sing Your praise!

Glorious Mystery

Such a mystery is Salvation,

And mere foolishness to some,

For who can comprehend-

The Great and Holy One?


A Cross enthroned in Grace,

Crimson Stain that washes White,

The Holy Spirit that restores,

And Water that gives life.


Where Beauty’s birthed from ashes,

And such Liberation found-

Deep within True Love’s embrace,

Forever tightly bound.


For it’s the Glory of the Lord-

To conceal this Holy Mystery, 

And the glory of the earthly kings-

To seek It out Eternally.

ROOTS

A

TREE

That bears much

 FRUIT…

Must be

ROOTED

in UNITY.

 

You want to bear much fruit?

Your roots must be greater.

You want to withstand the storms of life?

Your roots must be stronger.

You want to flourish amidst times of drought?

Your roots must be deeper.

You want to stretch your branches to the skies?

Your roots must stretch lower.

You want to bear fruit that is sweet to the taste?

Your roots must not be poisoned.

 

You oh Nation long to be unified and bear much fruit once again?

 

Your roots must dig deep into the soils of history where life once began;

Your roots must grow strong in love and honor to withstand—

Your roots must search again for the hidden streams of the Father;

And your roots must not be poisoned by enmity towards your neighbor.

 

ROOTS are where healing starts.

Dig deep yet again.

Restore what was broken.

Unity breathed from hidden places;

And bring to LIGHT,

The Restoration for this Nation.

Into His Arms

Who am I that You are mindful of me? 

I am but a whisper of the wind upon the book of history. Not even a drop of rain upon a sea of faces. Yet by the Glory of Your Word You breathed me into existence. Before I was formed in my mother’s womb, You had already ordained my steps. You hold the knowledge of my existence and the day of my release from this land. My heart fails me and my steps falter; yet who am I that You are faithful this dying flesh? Who am I that You should love me deeper than comprehension? That You desire to be with me despite all my sins? How can that be? Oh precious King, enthroned in Majesty, nothing I can bring is worthy to be laid at Your feet. Yet even so, You are still calling to me, “Come, Enter into My Presence!” Oh how I am so forever unworthy of such Grace! 

Yet You beckon me still. With timid steps, I am drawn into the Golden Halls of the Great I Am. Your Spirit whispers to my soul life-giving words that become fountains of Living Water within me. Waves of Your love and Joy cascade down to my toes and fingertips; I am completely undone. My heart is enraptured in Your Divine Romance, my existence now complete. Unable to contain my joy or remain still, I race forward in renewed childlike wonder into the awaiting arms of my Redeemer, my Everlasting Love! As He wraps His arms of Grace around me, the scars of my journey through the shadows quietly dissolve away into the winds of the past as though they never existed. 

My heart leaps as He leans in to whisper the precious words that my soul has longed to hear, “Well done, My child, come and enter My Rest.” As I cling tighter, not willing to let this moment pass, I gaze into the eyes aflame with Holy Love. 

Overwhelming peace envelops me as He tenderly whispers, “Little one, you will never have to let Me go.”