When we finish all our words, we become a lesser piece of us, and more of another…
I let go of my own words, my prayer lists;
now I’m more a child- zero hesitation. This can be silent. Silenced expectation, a separate place. Something new. Awkward. Changed.
You’re not just a body, you’re all soul. I’m the lamb He leaves 99 for, the tiny thing rescued from wolves in my own mind even. I’m carried by a Strength unimagined. No questions, no care. But Grace. Grace is a Shepherd not letting go. My ribs feel His: a friendship of Worlds – earth & Heaven in speechless Convos…
@the Hem of His garment, my narrow walls shove past the feet of stronger people. Everything forgets fear –
This isnt MySpace anymore like it used to be. Now I’m unlimited. Earth meets sky. We become a piece of His throat, a piece of Yeshua at Gethsemane’s rock. The truth of prayer, mayn’t be just a pretty place
-maybe its a Cup, drunk with the blood tears of Jesus, saying, “Not my will, but Yours Abba..”
a wine you don’t want. It was crushed in a vine press we don’t see. What happens when we pray, is angels unseen, lifting you away from denial. You’re now rooted in the Vine, you branch into the new. Heaven is in your rib cage, in the beat of His heart, in the arms of your palms folded in an Asking-
you rise from knees, with an Unseen Other. In the trial, nothing else stands – only Him in you, Him in You-
you’re not self- seeking any more, you’re not afraid, or alone. Or absorbed in personal interest. You’re an eagle. Youre in sky-shine. The Light falls 360°. The earth is a speck, a tear-jewel in your eye. You smile in the inside,
Pain is the wind in your wing, you are fierce talon, tender feather, you weep cloud- dew, you swallow storms- if you didn’t, that is Father Gardener pruning you off human validation, above limited horizons.
This is the agenda of Light, the life of a Breaking Dawn: it is untouchable. The agenda of Light is to make you untouched by circumstance that now only fuels your purpose. This happens when humans factually pray,
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