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....
Tag: mystic
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...


