constellations strumming through the nature that once was and the dawn that did set it and is still breaking in-
thunderous mountains move as Christ speaks.
in assurance from the truly Beloveds' warmth upon the blue...
it'll make sense once it makes sense.
for now, turn, turn and keep on turning- looking unto the Son that perfects all parallel dimensions in you that never wanted to be a part of this artistry.
temptations without a home, give them no pillow to rest in your paper heart.
this is for Him to write on alone and the fleeting desires are but flames that crave for a name but you, having once been lifted are part of all the everlasting winds- which now rest as comfort in your very veins- resembling the morning to come- hold on, soon He'll come...

surely, i am still being awakened

the comforting sheets of
distant lands have kept me away;
my ship is here
and my travel is heavenly.

the Son shines and therefore, i must go.

give me the faith that pleads even when it is denied of any peace and rest,
like the women who supplicates but for the very crumbs left for the dogs-
or the one who knew healing would come with a mere touch of Your garment
keep me forever at Your holy feet- smiling at the very miseries that i live through while on my way,
yet i ask for help to even extend my arm towards my King and for surety that herein is life itself, at last, a breath of fresh air.

waiting is my morning cup of coffee and ink is splattered on my bedsheets yet,
there aren't many enough words to explain waiting

a feeling of wanting to tear your own skin to a meditation of glancing towards the stars above.
the in-betweens are mere sites of canvases that, for the most part,
have been created by man's foolishness dressed as a genius luxury yet i try not to give them a second thought for their fancies flee and my contentment tells of an Eternal.

push me in if You have too- may i fall into the river of unending mercy at once-
but may it be You who brings me, may it always be You who sickens me with love and yet, refreshes me with warmth.

though You are seemingly absent,
the scent of Your garment is near-
here at last, I've found a place to rest my head,
at Your feet forevermore.
Surely, this here is my Soul's True Home.