no addition to this selective redemptive melody,
all glory to He that brings us to His self despite ourselves.

precious crimson flow covering all born again sons and daughters in white's linen

come alive for the Risen One is the Source by which any can actually see

if you've been brought then i plead with you to go for many are still enslaved
waiting eagerly to hear of Life and how He died and rose mightily for them
oh, won't you go shout it?
don't ask but tell the bones to live,
truly He will call many to Him through us.

Still, without breath
Melted by thunder
Alive for the first time

filled with a glimpse of this love that is immovable, ever unchangeable all the while remaining unconditional and overall unfathomable
i'm praying that this time i will not look to anybody, no, not to anything but keep my eyes ever praising my only Shelter above. it is only here that i can understand anybody, yes and anything correctly. it is here that any can be cured, even the weakest, yes even you and me.

observe your actions. submit em and your thoughts to the LORD for He alone knows what you need. do not doubt what He has so mercifully proven but do test yourself constantly. a challenge is necessary in order to fall deeper into the Beloved. from glory to glory- testify. submit every fibre of your bones. He is all the strength you need. indeed all the strength you have.

Our conversation does not follow time's rules as it goes on and on for all of my days
suddenly, what i thought was kept in secret is most intimately displayed right in front of me.
a mere detail of what i thought my introduction towards getting to know each other was became a reality,
instantly did my soul smile. filled with wonder, under the shower of Your love that brings down droplets of pure mercy. a simple telling of what i didn't even focus on became seen and not just by me but by all. made me realize that it is You who will ever hear me, truly listen and know the smallest details, bring them before all into the Light and inform me of my deepest love for before this i saw a mere fragment always concealed, a blur. You brought forth clarity. Witnessed by all but known by me. Chaser of my heart, there will never be another One.

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.

time, a dance of shadows
scattered, going and being gathered
all the while eternity is at hand
don't focus on deceiving definitions of meaning
for it is not something to be gained but to breathe in.

whispers of Lightning wake me from the resented slumber
once again do i fail to captivate
still, i cling to the reality of an illuminating rain
that will move me through the Love that is mighty to say-
"Eternity is at My hand,"
&, "come now, my Bride."
He breathes, all melts away.

freedoms’ perfume lavished me
and loves’ petals clothed me, 
my eyes were perfectly shut
and innocence was my life
held hands with my beings’ Designer
until lies’ deceiving yet
ever so attracting shadow dawned 
upon the opening of my soul that began departing
as soon as i desired that which
was not mine own- nor was ever meant for my use.
so easily did it lure me in 
yet, the consequence became the stain that haunts me to this day.
with a disguise to seem but a hint of elegant,
its’ eloquent speech surrounds me still-
though the spiraling downward brings eternal destruction, 
my Makers’ arm extended towards me- lifted me
by the way of the Blood that immersed thee mark of death away-
i am called daughter and in His hand i do rest.
even now- the Resurrected prays for my soul.
Perfect unity awaits me…

learned what is needed
in the *****
sent into the unknown
to tell of all the magic
taught to me
embracing it
as i remain held,
i grow

though this basket of abundance has been handed over to me
i flee and look for other containers
yes, perhaps a cup could fill my longing- a mere cup of something that promises only for the journey that takes me back
for they all do this, every single one of them.
oh- for how long must i keep doing this, if my treasure is mine already?
where has He gone now? His flowers do not have the joyful scent to them anymore and His fruits are no longer seen anywhere... but the Son still shines- there's still the moon over me, accompanied with the many stars... His children- precious promises.

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.

Taste the sky, see new stars
Drop your hardwired heart and mind at the door, prepare yourself for the flames spoken towards you, about you
Look beyond the nebulas, know you're in Eternity's hands
Hold and behold
Let the languages of nothingness dissolve as you discover Secret's whisperings tell your life story like you've never dreamt of before
Put on the moon, dress in the sun rays that will so easily delay all other passing aways, such infamous costumes cannot touch you my beloved
Enter your reign and get done with the games
An intertwined birth right given to us by the One from which redemptive blood flows out to deliver
Fly beyond the lies, you never did settle
Truth knew and was waiting for you to be still
Now, go without regret of full abandonment for surely there cannot be a light that misses being diminished, a sound wanting to be cut off from our ears, it is at the great separative mystery where all will see that division lived in all roots, growing to display the difference between tale and reality, revealing the frozen hearts and the hearts branded by glorious fire
Having the Son as our warmth, we will never look back
With new identities we run this race with grace given freely by the King who abolished death forevermore
All in Him will be brought to a different seat of judgement, beholding His light in all His shining beauty, in a fear brought by awe rather than shame
Because of this freedom we sing and dance now
Because there is a Day we will enter into and be permanently Home
So we breathe and we fight through the Spirit, knowing that we are made fully alive by wanting Him to show His face now, rather than losing patience, we wait with joy for His promise to be fulfilled
You are either waiting or vainly living, fighting or blindly going
Listening to earth sing for thee Return or completely deaf to it
Surely there is only One with us, whether Risen or ashes to you, He is returning soon

whispering truth in my dreams, awakened to them being a reality, my eyes gain true strength to look up, I bow, at last, new life

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...