Bathed in cloud forests, wiped by His rain of tears : I return, new. Here’s the greatest speech I ever spoke. Here’s the steepest prayer, the breathless breath :
speechless sentences in images: estates of the mind, coasting my heart with Yours, oh my Father in Heaven …
“..not my will, but Yours…Abba,”
Sweet relief. There I’ve said it. Am lightened. Load shed. Leaning in Skies, in Your Iris.
…born I am, of Light: Your fire in my embers, Your Creation Song bathing, re-creating these eyes…
so much left to say that I’ve not enough words for, just this hearth of gratitude,
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