Softly, Gently

Softly, gently,
I unfurl my wings
And rise on the life of Your breath
Into timeless places
With no beginning and no end,
And I am found in You, Perfect One. 
You’re my place of constant rest,
Where I am absent from the stuff, spit and clay 
Of my own mess....

Between the Second and Third Heavens

I suppose it would be easy
For this universe and the next
To collapse in on themselves—
Whether through fatigue or choice—
In response to the chaotic airwaves currently
Having their say,
Their way,
Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is,
Where He stands,
And what He wants...