Wonder, Dance and Spirit || 2009.04.13

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-wonder, dance and spirit-

And sit in darkness to wonder
as light creeps in
making colours deep,
how the heart stands warm
when peace within it flows.

When presentation fades
and rush of thought subsides
and music gently pulls
the spirit from its cradle
within my soul
and beckons it to fly.

And then my spirit rises
dance gently floating
as dim light temporal drowns
by light eternal
as spirit burns bright to worship
at the whisper of my king.

At His touch is lightning kindled
the way it dances near His throne
and i am now before Him
as His rest becomes my Heart.

"...His rest becomes my heart"
His relaxation is made into my heart?
or His remainder is suitable to my heart?
I choose the second, and my heart will be His throne...

~JLB

I in Him || 2009.04.11

7:28 PM 4/11/2009

I In Him


How often is Death celebrated in greatness
for the magnitude of his defeat?

Or life torn away
that Love could lose restraint?

What is love
that its writ was ordained
to burn back from beyond
and reign immortal again?

And what star am I?
That my king pluck _me_
from heaven's glittering carpet
and embrace me to His heart.

His breath brings resurrection
his touch, warmth within my frame
He gathers my bones together
and fastens me to them

And breathes in me
to make me alive
and I open my eyes
and see His whole face smile

It makes worth-while
the pain and struggles,
the fight to simply live.
The death beneath my skin
is only a shadow when my life is Him.

Dawn could freeze cold,
the warm sun never shine again,
but He would sustain
for His love will remain
And I would be in Him.

~JLB