Ghosts and shadows plague tormented minds:
Haunted phrases run on loop until insanity nears;
They trickle from ceilings, crawl through windows and slink through open doors.
Mental assaults from yesterday unravel and dismember peace:
“You will never find love because you will never be worthy of it.”
“You have no ability—you lack everything required to function.”
“Nothing is all you are, and nothing is all you will have.”
Hands hold hurting heads: Old thought patterns chain the past to the present.
Dead mouthed demons hiss at the future through rotting teeth and wretched breath:
“Hear ye, hear ye, all will end in death! Your past has ruined your future!
Ashes, ashes will always remain!”
Bells clang; the wind ices; violent words shake what could be;
Shivers creep up spines one painful needling at a time:
“They’re right! Damaged hearts can never enter the new, for the old will always be master.”
Muffled tones and light play at the end of the hall around the corners of a locked door—
An other-worldly door that torment has kept shut. But one pair of eyes awaken to that light.
One step at a time, a tormented soul moves past ghost and ghoul, wounding and decree,
Liar and shadow, slave master and illegitimate lord.
They focus on an ancient lever. Their head quiets and their heart starts to perceive—to really see…
“Don’t open the door!”
There is a sudden scurrying like rats running for cover when a light is suddenly flicked on:
“Don’t open the door! You idiot! You complete–”
Moment by moment, a human fist falls open. Fingers reach. Ears hear. Illumination has begun.
A golden voice rises; rays of light travel through matter.
Clocks spin backwards and time’s frailty splinters; its dictatorship falls away.
Words begin to rewrite timelines into alignment.
The golden voice thunders above the creak and groan of the now lighted threshold and the door flies open:
“Behold, I have made ALL THINGS new; not SOME things—ALL things!”
The ground shakes and lightning shocks the atmosphere.
Every presence, every accusing voice–including the humans’ self-accusation–falls face-down.
“Behold, I make ALL THINGS new!”
Chains disintegrate, ghosts and shadows flee; torment’s rule is voided.
The sound of many waters rises as life floods thoughts, possibilities, and what could be.
Prophetic declarations grow; they travel along synapses and mental pathways, creating beauty out of ashes.
Deliverance of souls from years of slavery and false perceptions settles.
Hope is present. Time is reset. Trust is reinstated.
The slate has been wiped clean and the future is held firmly by Yahweh in a new day of complete redemption.
“Hear me. Trust ME,” He says. “The old HAS gone and the new HAS come! I HAVE raised you up from what was, now will you walk with me into what WILL be? The choice is yours.”
