I’ve never really learned the true art of talking with Him
So I wonder…
Does He judge me for so lacking in perfection?
        I think not.
For Jesus is loving and merciful ~
He does not care if the words are exactly right
As long as they are from the heart – the soul
He understands the language of the poor in heart –
The language of the innocents –
His love encircles us with His tenderness
Sending His angels to carve their home in our hearts
They bandage our wounds, cloistering us from the cold
Helping us to rise like golden birds in silent wing
To be safely secreted away in Heaven’s cleft
Where our feet leave no prints- dancing like moonlite’ on water
As our hearts beat with perfection to the hymn of the eternal Songmaker
In the remote winds of Heaven’s corners
Our ragged feet will be left behind~
Our wings will sprout like golden hair
As we listen for His voice to release His Celestial wisdom
Breathing in His ancient truths- buried so deep in the whispers of light
Where life is golden, with no expiration date