Betrothed || 2009.06.27

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Betrothed

The Woman is betrothed
to her King
Called apart from her place of birth
trying to live until the appointed day
But struggling sometimes to retain
the focus of Love
It is easy in The Presence
feeling the touch,
or reading His words
to remember Love
to stir it up

There is no shadows in her vision
When she wakes
with her mind full of Him
She is not yet wed to His tasks fully,
but to labor in His course
writes her memory full of Him
And with memories vibrant
love glows hotly
Until His work is passion
because it lights her heart
And her life (as her own) grows dim
for at a wedding she chooses
to end herself on Him

For passion grows
with each breath, each touch
until she cries out
"Lord! come quickly
I run, I wait, I cry, and I sing:
Lord! Come!
I cannot wait,
Bring me to your Presence,
Let me feel your breath!
Touch my hands again
Raise my arms up in your strength!
Bring me to your eyes
Hold me in embrace!
Don't withhold from me encounter...
Lord, my Lord! Come
Here, I long.

~JLB

Lost in a Fog || 2009.06.21

Lost in a Fog

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To be lost in the fog
... impedes visual navigation,
but in the intimacy of a moment of Love,
enveloped in the closeness and love's warmth,
fog brightens the colours, obscures the world.

If you are with the one you love,
fog is a shade pulled over a window,
except just pulling the world smaller, closer,
more beautiful, instead of closing it out.

If you're stood on a mountain and clearly see for miles-
it takes your breath away,
but to stand on a mountain held thick in fog,
it stops your mind. For you are there
and hidden around you - Nothing begins.
The air itself becomes tangible because it is seen.
And so the fog is like Love
- in a way.

~JLB

A Better Life || 2009.06.20

A Better Life
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A better life...
where bodies are burned, and terror tears.
And living is worth it,
and death holds no emptiness.
And yet no power at all.

Life that holds passion.
Passion that permits no dancer hold.
Until waves like water
onto our faces we bow

Heaven opens
and rains come down.
The worship rises:

Holy are you Lord
Worthy are you Lord
Mighty are you Lord
Holy is the Lord
. Holy are you Lord
Holy is the Lord
Faithful is the Lord
Lovely is the Lord
Mighty is the Lord


~JLB
[last bit was the song singing in the service i was at when writing]

Let Eternity Begin || 2009.06.16

Let Eternity Begin
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It is night no more when dawn breathes dark away.
Who wakes the sleeping when no one calls their name?
What sign stands mark, if day begins at dusk?
An ease to tell: a time for restful peace
or charge light-bent away to leap.
And how these bend, as dawn finds all
telling the tales of a night full spent.
But how often is that leap of worship...
with dawn then finding you lost on your face?
And how is the light, after the music all fades?
Can continuing song still sing in your head?
Will dimming be barred while the sun burns down the day?

Let worship be rapture
Let the songs never end
Let the music continue
Let eternity begin.

~JLB

Time of Love || 2009.06.13

Time of Love

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The presence of Jesus is infinitely more relevant and desirable.
But in love there lives no wonder of why or how,
but only the moment when living floats
and this world of shadows fades away.

In the embrace there is still longing...
it holds together, transfixed...
because we know against time
there lives still more.

You can feel it.
Life can't contain it,
else Death would ever cease.
So our heart knows there is more.

When Love swallows your tears,
and its happiness leaves wet tracks down your face...
and you touch immortality...
know there is more.

When you are enveloped in song...
and you can't stop but dance...
and your feet float above the floor,
know that there is more.

When you stand in God's hand,
when His palm is your cradle...
and your peace is His lullaby...
there comes a time to know time no more...

And dance with the One
who once formed your birth,
who captured your heart
and began teaching your worth,
Who blessed you with breath
to be taken away...

when the sky grows too thin
and lets you push it away...

And look on His face,
the colours in His eyes...
and His smile... at you.

~JLB